Once there was a manehood with a very very special power. A power almost unheard of. The power to...

"I can blow up pancakes with my mind!"

"WHAT?!" The interviewer spat out her coffee. "THAT DOESN'T- THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WORKING FOR TEBA!"

"But I can do it. Wanna see?"

"We don't have any pancakes. Or flour. Or eggs. Or ingredients to make pancakes, at all."

"Uh oh!"

"Welcome to IHOP, what would you like-"

"Some cheap pancakes so that I can blow them up with my mind!" Said the pancake-exploding manehood.

"What?"

"Yeah! I can do that!"

"WHAT?! I'm sorry, but I can't give you pancakes to explode, it's against company policy."

"What?!"

"Says right here. 'Can't give anyone food for them to explode.'"

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah, apparently someone used their magic to fucking nuke an IHOP once and that's why we have that rule.

"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So the pancake-exploder went to the grocery store!

"Where's the pancake mix?" They asked.

"Oh, some sandy and white manehood fucking bought it all." Said the cashier. "He was really cute about it so I pardon him for everything."

"WHAT?! THAT CAN'T BE TRUE!" The exploder grabbed a map of the store, ran to the section where pancake mix would be, only to GASP in TERROR as... there was no pancake mix!

They ran back to the cashier. "Can you tell me where he lives?"

"No clue, but I got this picture of him."

"Have you seen this manehood?" The pancake exploder shoved their phone in Helix's face.

Helix let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, finally, someone who knows him! We just found him one day face down, he didn't remember anything before waking up! But Duskie's made a life for himself in this academy, so-"

"- Oh, I'm only looking for him so that I can get some pancakes or pancake mix from him!"

"Oh." Helix said. "... His dorm number is 666."

The exploder RAN off!

Knock, knock!

Duskie opened the door. "Hello?"

"Hello!" The exploder waved to Duskie. "Do you have any pancake mix?"

"Oh, no, I ate it all!"

"Oh, ok!" They turned around to walk away, but did a double take. "Wait, you ate it all? The pancake mix?"

"Yeah! It was tasty!"

"What the fuck?" 

"What?"

"Sorry I'm taking a while, looking for some good pancakes to explode is WAY HARDER than you think!"

"Oh?" The interviewer said. "I'm currently having some right now. Also, you're not getting hired."

"ARGH!"

Boom!

"MY PANCAKES! You asshat! I'm going to sue you for destruction of TEBA property!"

"Fuck."

"So is it just pancakes?" Duskie asked, laying on a park bench.

"Yep!" The exploder was currently doing community service.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Like... if you're pancake-themed, then why isn't your power creating pancakes? Why is it just destroying them?"

"... Genetics, I guess?"

"Why would genetics give you useless magic?!"

"Hey, it's a cool party trick!"

"You went a whole wild goose chase for it!" Duskie wailed. "I don't need to go on wild goose chases for my magic!"

"Well maybe your magic just sucks!" Yelled the exploder, only to regret that instantly when Duskie ran off. "What have I done? These hands, brown with wild goose chases and the consequences of my impulsive actions- HEY! PANCAKES!"

The pancakes exploded.