Eh, it's cool, man. Not like you picked the prizes.

[He's just the schmuck that got stuck manning the place, no sense getting pissed at him. At least he was cool enough to open the other mystery boxes and revealed how much of a scam this thing was. So yeah, Scott has nothing against him. He shoves the prize he got under his arm, before giving him a nod, feeling that it's probably time for him to move on soon.]

Yeah, maybe we'll play again, and for something much better next time. And I'm Scott, Scott Summers, nice to meet you. [He offers a slight smile.] See you around? Hope you escape this game at some point.