You leave dock on a decked-out powerboat and start to fire off into the feeble dawn. The water around you poisoned. Its reek, a vile concentration of human waste, makes its way into your nostrils. You inhale deeply, right before planting a fat, high-quality Cuban cigar in the corner of your mouth. You smirk. Your asshole boat shreds through the back of a surfacing great white. An explosion transforms the criminal boathouse behind you into a blazing inferno. A job well done.