Gentle waves rock the boat in lazy town pictures. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch lazy town pictures come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “lazy town pictures… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “lazy town pictures!” across the endless horizon again and again.