Sex.
How about having electric sex with a hot ninja, in an antigravity chamber, while a Fonzie emcees a documentary about tachyons and lasers running on your 52" plasma screen?
Plasma is pretty awesome, but it’s not awesome to the max.
Bose-Einstein Condensate is easily more awesome than plasma
There has to be a way to combine plasmas and sex. Then you have it.
How do you think they make more plasma screen televisions?
Hmm?
Someone’s gotta bang those things! What, you thought they were produced?
Take one sci-fi plasma rifle. Apply a bottle of lube. Enjoy !
You can’t post anymore, fella. Don’t you know that everything you say is Anti-American and horribly predictable?
I’ll let dad know you replied…gimme a second.
Should of thought of this first; I believe the mini-lightning in a violet wand ( an electrified S & M toy ) qualifies as a plasma.
Ummm…OK. America is sodomizing the world with a plasma rifle ! That better ? 
There’s only one thing more awesome than ordinary plasma…
And that’s –
Dan Plasma, Atomic Reporter! (A Quinn Martin Production)
Excerpt from Episode One: Bose-Einstein Conundrum:
(Dan Plasma and Fay, the energetic cub reporter Dan’s taken under his wing, are boarding a train in pursuit of a gang of Crookes. With them is plodding policeman Sergeant Solid.)
Fay: I bought a newspaper you wanted, Dan – but why did you want one a week old?
Dan Plasma: Thanks, doll. (Stops short) Just a minute. Hey, newsie!
Paperboy: Whaddaya what, mister?
Dan Plasma: You know what I want. (Approaches paperboy and grabs his collar) What about Fay’s change? You’re representing the Daily Panic, kid, and petty thievery isn’t on the masthead!
Paperboy: Gee, I’m sorry, Mr. Plasma – it’ll never happen again, I swear!
Dan Plasma: That’s better. Fay, Sergeant, let’s board. We can’t allow those degenerate gases to get away and let the wrong particles take the rap.
Sergeant Solid: I dunno, Dan – those guys are the witnesses who put the
Boson brothers in the dock, picked 'em out of a lineup with no hesitation. The DA wasn’t too critical of their testimony.
Dan Plasma: Just call me supercritical. There they are. Now let’s go!
Fay: Mind the conductor!
Degenerate Gas #1: Well, well, well – look who’s here. The scribbler and his pet skirt.
Sergeant Solid: And me, boys, just in case you didn’t notice.
Degenerate Gas #2: What’s this all about?
Dan Plasma: Just a little matter of your testimony. All of you positively identified the Boson brothers as the culprits.
Degenerate Gas #3: Yeah? So?
Dan Plasma: So according to this newspaper, the temperature on the night of the crime was only a billionth of a degree above absolute zero. There’s no way you could have told one atom from another in those conditions – nobody could.
Fay: So your testimony was a lie to throw the cops off the scent!
Sergeant Solid: Hey, that’s right! You mugs are under arrest!
Dan Plasma: You shouldn’t have much trouble getting confessions, Solid – they’re under a lot of pressure.
Fay: Oh, Dan, that was sublime!
Sergeant Solid: Ditto, Dan. I can’t help thinking what a cop you’d have made.
Dan Plasma: Thanks, Solid, but I like being what I am.
Conductor: And what’s that, sir?
Dan Plasma: (into the camera, with his signature tug on his fedora) Me? I’m the Fourth Estate of Matter, Baby!
(Fadeout. Theme Song swells: "What’s More Awesome Than Plasma? Nothin’, Baby!")