Max stands at the open beer fridge, with the Apple surveillance guy still sitting in the fridge.
Max, looking at a beer, while the surveillance guy doesn't even blink: This isn't my beer. Someone must have brought it for a party and left it here.
Max, looking at another beer: I'd normally never drink this beer. It's just for my BJCP training.
Max, with yet another beer: This one is yummy, but strong. I never drink more than five in a row.
Max, as the surveillance guy smiles a smug evil grin: I certainly have nothing to hide, but my followers could get this wrong. Man, that little guy gets on my nerves...