City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in 4ft 8in. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with 4ft 8in,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“4ft 8in, 4ft 8in, 4ft 8in!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “4ft 8in” down on the streets fifty stories below.