The camera turns on with a staticy flash. The first thing you see is an orange-irised eyeball staring at the camera, coupled by a scream of shock.
"Darn it, Hand Grenade!" said a feminine voice, seemingly out of nowhere. "When I agreed to this, I didn't expect you to freak me out like that!"
"Relax, I just wanted to see if it worked. And it does," said a masculine voice, not too masculine, but definitely male. The eyeball then started to recede from the camera, revealing a dark gray earth pony colt, with a black mane with and orange streak styled in a mullet, tail of similar design, and a cutie mark of a cartoony explosion.
"Hi!" he started. "I'm Hand Grenade! I would absolutely love to be on your show! It seems interesting! So, I thought I'd show you a little bit of what I can do!" and he moves to this onion with a string coming out of it, sitting on the ground.
"I'm going to show you a REAL fireworks display!" he said proudly.
"Oh, no! Not this!" said the female voice, sounding kind of worried.
"Relax, Lemon! What could go wrong?" Hand Grenade said reassuringly.
"That's what you said last time, and then you ended up in the hospital with a severe concussion!" said the female, Lemon.
"That's why I've taken precautions this time!" and he puts on a football helmet, and gets out a match.
"I knew I shouldn't've agreed to this!" Lemon sighed.
"Now, I will light the fuse, and we'll see this baby light up the sky!" Hand Grenade said, picking up the onion, striking the match, and lighting the string sticking out of it, holding on tightly to the onion.
"Now, you may think that this is just a typical onion!" he started, still holding the onion in his hoof. "Well, you're right, and you're wrong!" he waved the onion around his head, the fuse getting shorter. "You see, I hollowed out this onion and filled it with gunpowder, which in turn, makes combustible onions!" he waves the onion around some more, and you hear Lemon saying something inaudible behind the camera. "When this fuse gets down and hit the gunpowder," he points directly at the fuse, "this baby will go KA-BLOOEY!" and he waves the onion in all directions, still holding on to it tightly.
"Uh, Hand Grenade?" Lemon said worriedly.
"What, Lemon?" Hand Grenade asked.
"The onion."
"Yes, I know, it's ingenious!" Hand Grenade boasts. All the while, the fuse is getting shorter, and it's about to hit powder.
"No, I mean look at it!" Lemon instructs.
"What about it?" and he looks at the onion in his hooves. "It seems fine to me...Oh, horseapples..." and the fuse hit the powder, setting off the onion, sending flames everywhere. The camera was turned away, for Lemon had turned and ran, taking it with her.
After the dust and smoke had cleared, Lemon went back to the scene of the accident, looking for Hand Grenade. This wasn't hard, since he was sprawled out across the ground. His hoof was very badly burned, and it looked like he had a few broken ribs. He was moaning semiconsciously.
"Uh, Hand Grenade?" Lemon asked, seeing if he was responsive.
"Yeah?" he dragged out.
"You OK?"
"Oh, yeah," he responded, still sounding in pain.
"Should I get a paramedic?"
"Oh, definitely!" he sounded glad that she asked that.
The camera turned and faced a yellow unicorn mare. She said, "Well, there you have it! The world's best screw up!" and the screen turned black.