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