No Pobre TV. IN A DESERT LANDSCAPE DOTTED WITH THE SMOKING CARCASSES OF CAR WRECKS, VEHICULAR AUTOMOTIVE BEINGS RACE TOWARDS EACH OTHER, SPUTTERING, ROARING, IN LUSTY SCREECHING EMBRACE, TOWARDS TOWERING DESTRUCTION WITH FORNICATIVE FERVOR. THREE YOUNG ARE FLUNG, SPRUNG FROM THE FUMING WRECKAGE, BLASTING OFF INTO THE SUN, INTO THE GIANTS MOUTH.