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