Molly smirked. "Alright, let's get kid-napped with presents." Bill shrugged. "That was bad, but whatever. I Survey the building. One way in, one way out. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." Molly rolled her eyes. "The squeezy was unnecessary. But yeah, looks straightforward." She pulled out a pair of clippers. "I'll take care of the lock, you keep watch." Bill nodded and turned to admire Molly's steely hands intriguingly snip slice. "You ever think about using those for better things?" "Like what, making jewelry? Cutting flowers? No Bill, these scissors help me steal. Sticky fingers make the world spin." She grinned as metal popped. Bill sighed. "Why's everything gotta be a metaphor with you?" Molly winked. "Because pulling off heists is all the art I need. Now let's rock 'n' roll."