Sparks screeched off a rolling metal sharpener. A creamy orange man pressed a similarly-colored boomerang against it. Once he pulled it off, he poked one of its points and immediately yanked his finger back.
"Yep… Sharp as ever."
He looked over his shoulder and smiled a little too smugly at the camera.
"Oh hello there. Admiring my weapon?" He moved closer, holding the tool front and center. "Like it? See how the sun glistens off the tempered steel? Yes sir, a fine boomerang for Boomerang."
Boomerang put it on his finger and twirled it on its side like basketball.
"And the best part? I made it myself!" The weapon slid off his finger, clattering on the ground.
"Oops."
After he bent down, the tape cut to him lounging on the same counter with the sharpener. No longer grinning, he stared out into space.
"So the flier says I should talk about more stuff like why I want to join. I mean, I already showed off my weapon, but alright. Guess we're going off-script. I'm gonna be honest, I just signed up for the heck of it. Who knows, maybe I'll go all the way. I got what it takes."
He stroked his chin, looking up with a smile.
"You know, if I do win, I could use the money to finally buy a house-"
Suddenly, something thunked off to the side and light poured in. Boomerang sprang up, seizing his weapon.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" A burly voice came from offscreen. "GET OUT! NOW!"
Boomerang rushed at the camera and his hand covered the lens. Muffled footsteps and rustling sounded for a few more seconds before stopping abruptly with a high-pitched whine.
Tape end.