Scott inserted his next quarter into the prize grabber then hit the buttons to control it, huffing a little as it fell out of the claw. He patted his pockets down for any more change but found nothing, so decided to go and scout out those penny pusher machines for any change left behind at the bottom.

Whilst looking, his attention was pulled away by a very familiar face. Despite it having been ten years now, a familiar rage built up in his stomach and before he could stop himself he was saying "Hey dickhead! Snitch on anyone recently?"