“People of the city, your attention please,” I said. “I feel like it's been a while since we had a chat with each other. That's a shame. What's happened to us that we can't find a little time to have a friendly conversation?
“These days it seems like I rob a bank, or steal a Picasso – by the way, how is it that you convince people to send expensive works of art to our museum in the first place? If I were in charge of keeping something safe this is the last place I'd want it to be. Even if the Museum is built like a fortress.
“Sorry, I got distracted. It seems like there's no communication any more. I do what I do and you do what you do and we never really say anything. I think it's time that we change that. That's why I've taken the time out of my busy schedule to talk to you today.
“I think it's time that we get back to the old days. Theatrics. Cackling evil genius stuff. Except, as you know, I can't cackle.
“I figure we'll start small. Remember that time a few years back when the whole city lost power for three days? It was annoying as all hell but hospitals and so forth kept their power going on generators so no one was hurt. Remember how much it cost the city?
“I've placed explosives in various substations throughout the city.
“What I'm thinking is this. You can pay me a modest fee, say a mere half what that time cost our economy, or I can detonate the bombs throwing the city into darkness. Insert cackling here.
“I know, it's not much, hardly the most evil thing in the world, but like I said, we'll start small.”
No idea where that goes. I'm not even sure if it's a part of the story, it could happen in flashback or be some kind of epilogue, or it could go right in the middle. No idea at all.