Jet

Me: Hi and welcome back to " The Jenni Show". Luckily, we were able to get the cameras up and running along with the staff after yesterday's fiasco. I have a new guest today. Please welcome, Jet!

(Jet wanders on stage, his Twin-Tiger swords in hand, a sour expression on his face. He takes a seat and sheathes his swords.)

Me: Hey Jet.

Jet: Hi.

Me: So, you're the protector of innocent peoples against the Fire Nation, am I right?

Jet: Dead right.

Me: Good, I think. Now tell me, why are you so miffed with the Fire Nation?

Jet: Because the whole bunch of them are selfless, heartless murderers.

Me: Interesting way of putting it. I happen to know three firebenders and all of them save lives on a daily basis.

Jet: Impossible!

Me: No, they even fight fires and they work with the law enforcement at the fire department.

Jet: You mean there's a special department where they start fires? Where is it? I'll tear it down!

Me: Cool it buster, the fire department is just a name for it, and unless you're talking about Ray Bradbury's " Fahrenheit 451", they don't start fires. They put them out.

Jet: Pfft.

Me: So okay, don't believe me. In any case, how'd you become leader of that band of kids you lead?

Jet: They just started following me around one day. Every one of them has a problem with the firebenders.

Me: I think you're just overreacting.

Jet: Try saying that with one of these in your mouth!

(Whips out swords and aims at me)

Me: Security! Confiscate!

Jet: Hey! No, give those back! I need those!

(Brandon and his assistant Charley wrench swords from Jet's grasp while third man, Rufus holds him down.)

Me: Now that you're safer to be around, I'll ask you something else. Do you, or do you not think that you deserved what you got when Katara creamed you after you blew up the dam?

Jet: I most certainly do not think I deserved that! She was a traitor for siding with the enemy and she did not 'cream' me!

Me: It was funny though, seeing her splash you three times and then freeze you to the tree. I couldn't stop laughing!

Jet: Why you—

(Jumps up and kicks the desk aside. I jump up and run to the other end of the stage, Jet in hot pursuit.)

Me: So okay! Short segment I know! But desperate times call for desperate measures and if this isn't desperate, I don't know what is! Having a hotheaded freakazoid chasing me around the studio certainly is no picnic!

Jet: You are so dead!

Me: It's against the law to kill the show host!

(Leaps over fallen desk.)

Jet: Come back here!

Me: Anyway folks, that's all the time we have for today! Tune in tomorrow for the next, hopefully calmer guest and maybe some better security! Security! Goodnight! HELP!

(Leaps past the camera and Jet smashes into it, causing the screen to fizzle, then go blank.)