City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in big fake tits. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with big fake tits,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“big fake tits, big fake tits, big fake tits!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “big fake tits” down on the streets fifty stories below.