MacGyver: Nice quiet neighborhood, but not as loud as the ringing in my ears. I had no idea how I got here. Or even where here was but I had definitely run into some party animals. (smells a small parcel) It's funny, gun powder smells the same no matter how you write it. I was sitting on a pile of fireworks and some joker's outside playing shake, rattle and roll. I'd had enough of this party. It was definitely time to leave. (picks up a box of fireworks) So I figured a small directional explosive would make a door. Hopefully without blowing up the whole box. Anyway it'd just be a matter of seconds before light became a match and I'd either blow out... or up.