In a dimly lit, packed club, Buzz Lightyear, the toy turned sex symbol, commands the stage. A writhing mass of bodies, fur, and silicone surround him. He's a blur of motion, his phallus a piston, fucking one girl while two more service him. A Jessie clone rides his face, her moans drowned out by the thumping bass. A Woody impersonator watches, stroking his cock, as Buzz Lightyear's space orgy reaches its climax.