Panel 1: Exterior.Night. A Thanagar slum. A slim, grimy, young street person pushes through shin-high filth. He is nervous, throwing furtive glances around him as he scuttles through the night.
YOUNG MAN: This is not a world for weakness.
Panel 2: The young man has stopped by a stack of crates and discarded containers. Perhaps even the Thanagarian equivalent of a dumpster. Again, he stops and glances around, wary of watchful eyes.
YOUNG MAN: This is not a world of mercy.
Panel 3: Closer focus. The young man reaches behind the stack of objects. His tongue juts out of the corner of his mouth with concentration and exertion.
YOUNG MAN: This is not a world of charity.
Panel 4: The young man straightens up, holding a small metallic box in front of him. He looks at it greedily. This is the contraband he has come for.
YOUNG MAN: This is a world of predators and prey.
Panel 5: The young man glances up in the sky. A phalanx of Thanagarian police fly over the alley, miraculously not looking down on our little criminal.
YOUNG MAN: This is a world of HAWKS.
Panel 6: The young man takes off down the alley at a run, the metallic box clutched under his arm.
YOUNG MAN: And my mother?
YOUNG MAN: She had the nerve to name me "Mouse".