It's all been hoarded by a disreputable scion of unspecified foreign royalty, who has tied it to his belt, both in front and behind. He is presently standing on a table, clutching a huge stein of ale, three sheets to the hurricane and is incorrigibly belting out dirty versions of songs:

Ohhhhhh... Old King Cole was a merry old soul
But a horny old cuss was he
He called for his queen and he called for his ho'
And he called for his diddlers three...

Of course, the Aberflyhalf RFC are cheering him on and there is talk of a coup...