I made this, mainly because I'm bored as hell right now. But also because I thought you guys would get a kick out of this.

Anyway this is just something that is based on my brother's crazy roommate, Bryant. Bryant is kinda nice and all but we're pretty sure he's a serial killer. He does weird things such as drinking about two entire pots of coffee in one day, going crazy and doing cleaning sprees of their apartment, threatening to kill his roommates (my brother and his firend Jeff) for no reason. We actually made a few videos about him, in fact what I just wrote is taken from one of said videos. Anyway just read and tell me this isn't creepy...(if you do that, your crazy!)

Character List:

Zuko...Bryant

Sokka...Jeff

Aang...James, my brother (though he isn't really in this chapter)

Just a side note: There is use of the F-word twice, so if you're like 8 years old or something...might wanna turn back.

Waking up from a short sleep, Zuko yawned as he felt a well-known feeling rise up to his senses. Zuko looks around and says, "Well feels like its 4:21." Something that was odd because he didn't even have a clock in his room. Pulling his dressing gown from his closet, Zuko put the cotton material over his body all the while muttering to himself, "Yeah, I'm gonna have to make a pot of coffee. Try to get up." Opening the door out of his room, Zuko waltzed out into the hallway, leaving a squeaking floor in his wake as his weight shifted over the wooden floor.

As soon as Zuko went downstairs two doors opened in the old house. Zuko's roommates, Aang and Sokka, looked out at the staircase, stared at eachother and muttered, "Crazy Zuko." Before they slammed their doors and tried to get back to sleep.

Meanwhile Zuko made a pot of coffee and put the entire pot in a mug that was the size of a large beer glass. As the caffiene coursed through his system, Zuko found that he needed to do something to get his body moving, anything. Looking at the nearby knife rack in the kitchen Zuko inspected the knives. Not sharp enough he thought as he grabbed a few of the "dull" knives and a sharpener. Sitting down at the kitchen table, Zuko set to work.

Sokka roused himself from his peaceful slumber as the sun's rays peeked through his small window. Getting out of bed, Sokka walked downstairs. No sooner had Sokka poured himself a glass of orange juice from the fridge then he started hearing the sound of scraping metal. What the hell, Sokka thought as he followed the source of the sound. Walking into the dining room, Sokka found it disturbing to see Zuko sitting at the end of the table, three knives were carefully placed before him while he sharpened the one that was in his hand.

Zuko continued sharpening knives as he glanced at Sokka, "Hey guy, what's up? He HE!" Zuko said as he gave small laugh for no reason.

"N-nothin'," Sokka stammered," Why you up…so…early?"

Slamming the knives down on the table Zuko frowned as he said, "Well..ok..ya know, I had a fuckin' pot of coffee earlier today. I just decided that, ya know, the knives are lookin' kind of dull. I figured I'd sharpen them. That way when you cut stuff they'd don't fuckin' like…don't cut properly or something..ya know. Knives have to be sharp!" Zuko shouted his last sentence before picking up the knife he had dropped, to start sharpening it again.

"Uh…yeah." Sokka gulped as he looked at Zuko holding his knife. Slowly backing out of the doorway he said, "Well…I'll…uh…see you later, man."

"Yep….see you Sokka. He HE. I'll be seeing you real soon!" Zuko called as he continued sharpening his knife.

Everything in this story actually happened. (except for Zuko's last line) Bryant actually does drink two pots of coffee on a regular basis. (CRAZY!)

If you guys think this is as funny as I do then just wait 'till I make more of these short stories, unless of course you thought it was stupid in which case...I'll be seeing YOU real soon.