Our story begins in medias res.
"Zuko man why yo hair be such a mess? You used to have like the sides all shaved off 'n shit with a ponytail like me and now you just gah what" said Sokka
"You don't like my hair? That hurts, Sokka. That hurts me right in the honor." replied Zuko. Crying.
"Don't be a pussy" said Katara, waterbending the tears away. "Tears are for queers."
"MY TEARS HAVE HONOR" yelled Zuko, teeth burning. "If you can't do anything restore honor to my hair then shut the flippity-uck up. Damn."
"For what it's worth I don't care what your hair looks like Zuko," said Toph, "'Cause I'm all blind and stuff. Thankfully. Sounds like a real rat-pangolin's nest, glad I don't have to see it."
"Shit! You guys suck! Agh!" Zuko cried enough tears that Aang used it to wash Appa.
"Maybe Katara CAN restore honor to your rat-pangolin nest, hotman!" said Aang. "Cry some more, Zuko, I've got an idea."
"I can't cry on command," said Zuko, using his firebending to light a joint and smoke a weed (not that drugs are good it's just that smoking looks cool). "It's not honorable."
"Yeah well. Maybe you could do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted if you weren't such a pussy," said Katara. Triggering the sobs of the Zuko.
Aang caught the miniature ocean of tears with his waterbending and spilled it over Zuko's head.
"Katara, bend the water around Zuko's hair to style it into something cool," said Aang. "Like a pomp or a fauxhawk"
"That's stupid" said Katara