"First of all, what happened to all the guards? Why was I just able to walk in here?"

"We had the showdown a week ago. You missed it," Iroh explained, leaning back in his throne. "We're an anarcho-fascist state now, which means that we only enforce the laws half of the time." He glanced at his watch. "And since you're still a threat to my leadership, I'll warn you that you have two minutes until the police force comes back on duty. It would be wise of you to leave now, brother."

"'Anarcho-fascism?'" Ozai echoed. "How can you hold an ideology that so blatantly contradicts itself? This new government you've imposed upon my country just cancels out to radical centrism!"

"You tell him, honey!" Steve yelled from behind him like some sort of cheerleader/hype man combination.

Iroh tapped his wrist. "If it were one minute later, I could send you to a concentration gulag for life for calling it radical centrism!"

"A 'concentration gulag?' What does that even mean?"

"Yeah, what's a 'concentration gulag,' MiStEr FiRe LoRd?" Steve mocked.

"Well, I had to placate both the fascists and the authoritarian communists when we were naming the state-sponsored death camps…" Iroh elucidated.

"This is nonsense!" Ozai spat. "How could things have fallen apart so quickly without me? If I still had my bending, I'd — I'd —" He descended into a rage, too infuriated to speak. Finally, he sputtered out, "See, this is why I got Dad to renounce your birthright!"

Ozai spun around at the sound of boots approaching from behind. "There come my guards," Iroh announced. "Listen. Because you are my brother, I will let you escape, but only if you agree to never come back here," he offered.

"Fine! If you want to ruin this country, and fill it with people and ideas that will surely rot it from the inside out, then so be it! If I can no longer live in a glorious ethnostate in which the citizenry worships me as basically a god, then — then I'll create my own! Come on, Steve," Ozai said. He grabbed Steve by the hand and started to lead him out as guards surrounded them. He called over his shoulder, "And there will be no filthy centrist ploy to incorporate homosexuals into the status quo and erase our culture — a culture that must be preserved in much the same way that the culture of the Fire Nation must be! Yes! I will create my own gay ethnostate, and there is nothing you can do about it! If I just operate during the anarchist hours… Dear brother, would you be so kind as to tell me what times you enforce laws?"

"Guards, please escort him from the premises." Ozai continued to rant and rave off in the distance, and Iroh rubbed his forehead. He just wanted to drink tea for God's sake.