Deep in the Nth Dimension, one of the two epitomal Swat Kats, those being of The Radical Squadron, has been caught in an interdimensional vortex brought about by Dark Kat. Realizing the lonely situation he now finds himself in, Razor takes to one of the geometric, blocky steps lining this dimension to strip naked, or whatever else he feels like doing. Having a secretive fetish he's kept from Chance all these years, in spite of the numerous bouts of sex they've continually had in their off-time from saving the world, poor Jake was just too embarrassed to make a small admittance to his best friend about a bit of a turn-on that he's only had the opportunity in rare circumstances to try out on himself, being that oxygen is a thing that shouldn't be wasted and kept for emergency purposes only. Razor was sure that a little oxygen missing from the reserves wouldn't be too remiss. After all, T-Bone wasn't the sureshot of that jet they flew. He only had to worry (for the most part) about piloting that thing. Knowing that help may or may not be on the way, Razor certainly knew that it was the perfect chance to moan and squirt out all of his pent-up tensions and stress to the void. After all, if he wasn't horny anymore, he could perhaps think a bit more clearly, and possibly find his way out of this strange dimension he now was in. A win-win for him and his worried lover, indeed.