Relax, big guy, it's nothing nefarious. Nice shirt by the way, and... (looks over shoulder, turns back to David) Why the hell are you waving? ... You don't actually think I can see you, do you? I'm just messing with you head. With all the dust and cobwebs in there I'd need a small army of people to spiffy it up for visitors, and I don't have that at the moment, so I'll allow you to figure the rest out on your own. Plus you failed to sign my last check...good one, you cheap son-of-a...
(in resignation)...OK, David, you win. You can come out now. ...No, really, this is stupid. Look, I'm not gonna hurt ya. ...(sighs) "Come out, come out, wherever you are." ..."Olly, olly, oxen free?"...Whatever the hell THAT means? ... ..."Oh look, someone dropped a twenty!" ... ..."Better hurry, the wind is picking up!" ... ..."Oh my GOD, look! It's Ronald Reagan's kid! What's his name!" ... ... ... ...Fine. I guess I'll just walk away now... (turns around, peeking behind) ...and leave...forever...(hides behind door, peeks around corner)...Damn, you're good at hiding. Party genetics? I mean, I've been here for over a week and I haven't seen one loose unaccounted for penny anywhere. Oh, and you're out of toilet paper.
