"Oooooooooh", "Aaaaaaaaaah"
"Are you winning, Humberto?" I ask.
"I'm doing okay, around 15,000, he replies. (Apologies, I don't know how to write a Costa Rican accent.)
"When are we going to see the shark?"
"Aaaaaaah, he only comes out for the camera. He's a TV star."
Looks like we're going to have to wait till the final table, folks, before witnessing the arrival of Mr Sharky, now equipped with a beaming red light protruding from his mouth.