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