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