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