
(Sound of a beer can cracking open. A heavy, humid silence for two seconds, then the distant sound of a seagull screaming.)
"Now look... Lottie ain't a thief. Not in the way the books define it. She just believes in the redistribution of heavy metals. If a transformer's sitting out in the marsh and nobody's watching it, that's just a gift from the city to anyone with a boat and a pair of bolt cutters.
This here is 'Lottie's Low-Tide Larceny'. Keep your hands off your wallets and your eyes on the horizon. Let's ride."
(The bass kicks in—fat, sloppy, and loud.)
--- Visuals by Gaspard. Sound by Duane.