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