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