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