Our scene begins on tundra.
The camera rolls across nothing but tundra for just as long as you can bear it.
We arrive at a pile of remarkably clean tin cans that glisten in bright blue tones across the face of a very two dimensional billy goat. Our goat appears to have been handcrafted by a kindergartener
with limited supplies. When the beast has devoured the last can he jumps into the gray sky and transforms into a fighter jet that blows out peace sign contrails across the sky. The camera pans back down to a group of five young people sitting in a circle around what used to be a large pile of cans.
A discussion of what just happened ensues and eventually the boy in the red shirt grows very angry at the girls from Indiana who insist that the whole thing went down exactly as we, the audience,have just witnessed. He raises his hands in wild abandonment and then throws them to the ground, both of them landing in little piles of goat poop.