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