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