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