When the wind begins to blow, the girls scream. They're about to kill each other, they say, and they don't want to die. They want to be killed by the "air-treck team" , the "killers of the air," the "new models" . Um, that's right, they're killing each other. The girls are about to die, they scream, because they've fallen into the trap of the "noyamano jigjugs special." Um, yeah, that means "suicide candidate special," which means "self-immolation." Uh-oh, it's time for the "stormriders" to show up, and the girls are all, "Hey, what's up with all of this?" Um, no, we're not going to kill you, because the "eastside guys" aren't going to shoot you from the sky, and you're wearing an air-trecking outfit, which means you've been messing with the guns of the eastside gang. Um...what's the deal with all this? Um, what the heck are you doing, anyway?