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