The protest began like all protests begin with a slight murmur between two extremely average people. In this case, the two people were named Crove and Despence. To give you some idea of how average they were, they both water their children. Actually, that was a rather poor example, seeing as that is one of the few unusual things they do. But we'll overlook that. For now.
Anyhow, back to the murmuring. As Despence opened up his lunchbox (containing a loaf of bread, a glass of milk and a stick of butter), Crove slid into place beside him on the tall metal beam above the city below (which was San Diego, and probably still is). At first Despence was melancholy because the extra weight which Crove posessed (there were 132 pounds of pure Crove that fine day, if we include his body), threatened to tip the shaggy metal beam towards the left, causing both of them to plummet into the street beneath (which was Esplanade, incidentally). The interesting thing was, the metal beam was hanging by one rope which was attached to the sun.
And Crove leaned into Despence's ear and muttered the now famous revolutionary phrase, "Hey, is that butter?"