A/N: A brief commentary on what must have gone on in the creators' heads for the episode "Sokka's Master."

Avatar belongs to Mike, Bryan and Nickelodeon. Also, anything in italics means thought a.k.a. a poem I took from one of the greatest teen movies ever - She's All That

Bryan and Mike sat in their cluttered office. Candy wrappers and Red Bull cans were littered amongst drawings of a bald kid. Bryan perfected his hacky-sack skillz. It's a hacky sack. Hack-y sack. Hack-y sack. Bounce. Bounce. Gotta keep bouncing.' Can't let it drop. Never let it drop. C'mon Bryan, everyone's watching. Expecting. Never let it drop. Everyone's countin' on you Bryan. Don't let it drop. Don't everlet it DROP!

Meanwhile, Mike stared intently at his computer screen and said, "Dude, there are a lot
of drawings out there of Avatar characters in the buff."

"Buff is a funny word," Bryan sniggered while kicking the hacky-sack over his right shoulder with his left foot.

Mike continued to scroll through pages on the internet. "But Dude, there are naked pictures of EVERYONE. Aang, Katara, Sokka, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, the cabbage seller, Alive Jet, Dead Jet, Toph, the moon, that crazy face stealing spirit, Avatar Kyoshi, Fire Lord Ozai, Azula, Azula with Ozai's body - a lot of those actually –"

By this time Bryan had worked up such a hacky-sack frenzy that he drops it. Sooner or later it has to drop. He put the hacky-sack down and grabbed a Red Bull from the mini fridge under his desk. "Dude, what about Zuko?" he said after a moment. "Nobody showing him the love?"

Mike Just laughed. "DUDE! I haven't even got to him. Every time I try and do a Google search on 'Prince Zuko' the internet shuts down with an 'Error: This window has been shut down due to the scorching hawtness of the subject material' message!"

Bryan went to his drawing board and rifled through various character head shots. Meanwhile, Mike's computer starts singing "We Want Our Zuko Back." Bryan started sketching furiously on a piece of paper.

All of this flurried activity had Mike curious. He came up and stood behind Bryan, trying to watch over his shoulder but Bryan was hunched too far forward over the drawing. Instead, Mike began wondering aloud, "Dude, we sure struck gold by drawing super hot characters. And to think they market this show to 10-year-old boys! You don't suppose all of this came from us drawing characters with their shirts off?"

Bryan barely heard him as he continued to sketch. Mike couldn't even see Bryan's hands they were moving so fast. Bryan's eyes were glazed over in euphoria. He finally stopped and took a swig of his Red Bull. Mike tried to sneak another peek at the picture but Bryan covered it up too quickly as he said, "I think that's exactly what happened, Mike dude. Imagine, Nickelodeon markets it to preteen boys, but then we draw Aang without a shirt, and suddenly preteen girls are watching. Then we draw Sokka shirtless, and there are teenage girls watching. THEN we draw Zuko shirtless and there is a stampede of 20-year-old girls watching. And with a shirtless Fire Lord, a bunch of MOMS start watching."

"Whoa."

"But there is still one demographic we have yet to reach. The grandmas."

"You're right! But how do we do it?"

Bryan whipped his drawing out with a flourish. Uncle Iroh stood there with rock hard abs and wearing only a loincloth. In his right hand he wielded a teapot like a weapon. A caption above it said, "Do you want some sugar with that?"

Mike was so blown away all he could utter was a faint "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!"

And thus Iroh is reborn.