[Kay wouldn't mind. It's an excuse to play the game again.
The guitar rises higher...and higher...inch by inch. When she speaks, she keeps an eye on the crane and doesn't turn her head or look anywhere else.]
What kind of Great Thief would I be if I let my prize slip away?
[She gently guides the crane to the spot where she would drop the guitar - straight into the compartment at the bottom where all prizes come out of. The claws release it, and it falls with a soft plop to the bottom. Kay retrieves it and holds it up in victory.]
They'll take the world by storm
The guitar rises higher...and higher...inch by inch. When she speaks, she keeps an eye on the crane and doesn't turn her head or look anywhere else.]
What kind of Great Thief would I be if I let my prize slip away?
[She gently guides the crane to the spot where she would drop the guitar - straight into the compartment at the bottom where all prizes come out of. The claws release it, and it falls with a soft plop to the bottom. Kay retrieves it and holds it up in victory.]
Ta-da!