And now arriving, Chapter 21! (Insert crazed cheering here)
Disclaimer: This is the last time I'll say it, I DON'T OWN AVATAR.
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Zuko: Erm…Why am I in script form?
Me: You're just now noticing?
Katara: Is this a conversation of questions?
Aang: May I join the question conversation?
Me: Is my brain the only one which hurts?
Ozai: Am I still crispy?
Me: Should I stop using script form in this fic?
Everyone: Would you?
Me: Would you guys be content with that?
Zhao: No.
Everyone other than Zhao- including myself: You lose!
Zhao merely paused to scratch his head and leap about like a monkey. Everyone began to laugh at this sight, including myself.
"Was that good?" I asked.
Everyone nodded, and we lived happily ever after.
Gotcha.
No, we didn't live happily ever after, because we all loved this fic dearly and wouldn't want to stop the randomity there. So instead, we had a thumb wrestling tournament.
(THE END- of this chapter, at least.)