rough animator: A Journey Through Mystery, Courage, and Discovery

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