The Rise and Fall of the Plasma Screen

We begin with the rising smoke of a journeying tribe of dads. From ancient grill cars sucking in charcoal briquettes, we see rising fumes of ribs that could be ribs. Between the sofa mountains and the massive towering screen, we see etched into the valley floor. Ancient runes written by the primeval dads of long ago. They say that when these dads crafted the runes, there were still some that had seen or known the mythical mothers,. But these are condemned now as mad men and fools!