Continued from the "Fire Nation Tries Anarcho-Capitalism/Full Communism" chapters.

Ever since the Sun Warriors had kicked him off their property in Chapter Nine, Zuko had been swimming through the publicly owned ocean and back to the palace. He rose from the depths of the sea, crawled onto the beach, and shook himself off like a wet dog.

Glancing up, he saw a man running across the sand towards him, wielding an ice pick. Zuko worried that he was on private property again, but he could smell the stench of communism heavy in the air, like desolate, cold wind rushing over the Siberian wastelands (wherever that was).

The non-aggression principle meant nothing to these filthy leftists. He shot a bolt of lightning at his assailant, incapacitating him. (Oh yeah, he could lightningbend now. He had more money than God, so he had simply purchased the ability from a spirit.)

Something had gone awry in Zuko's absence, and it had to be Katara's doing. They'd put aside their differences and worked together to depose the old regime, but her talk of "seizing the means of production" and "eating the rich" had always unsettled him. Certainly, she had been the one to get in the way of his libertarian paradise.

Zuko snorted a line of cocaine with a hundred dollar bill, as he always did before business deals. In no time, he'd made his way from the beach to the palace, looking to negotiate with Katara. He sneaked into the throne room through a passage that his mother had used to smuggle in weed back in the olden days.

Katara was seated on the throne, signing the death warrants of three prisoners who'd baked brownies and failed to distribute them equally among the people, had let the standard-issue portrait of Supreme Leader Comrade Katara that was now in every household get dust on it, and eaten a banana sideways, respectively. (That's a joke. Of course there was no food.)

"Katara!" Zuko boomed. "What have you done? This is not the future that the Fire Nation wants!"

"You! You should be dead!" Katara balked. "And that's ten years in the gulag for not calling it the F-WE-re Nation! There is no 'i' in communism!"

"Yes, there is… It's in the '-ism…' Oh never mind…" he muttered. "I demand you step down! We deposed my father to end his tyranny, and now you have brought it back, worse than ever!"

"What you want is the tyranny of the bourgeoisie!" she cried, jumping to her feet, ready to fight.

A bolt of lightning shot through the ceiling, which cracked and broke as Azula descended into the throne room. While she'd been in the asylum, Ursa had continued to appear in her hallucinations, smoking weed with her, keeping her haircut looking fresh as hell, and ultimately radicalizing her to the left.

"Both of you are fools," she said (actually, she'd come to realize that she was demigenderfluid, and was using they/them pronouns. In spite of this, they identified as a lesbian, in spite of not even considering themselves female anymore.) Their rainbow-dyed short hair fluttered in the breeze as they landed on the throne room floor. "Zuko, you're not even a real fucking anarchist. Capitalism creates hierarchies, and anarchy is all about tearing those down! That's basic shit, Zuzu. And you, Comrade Katara! You claim to be on the side of the people, yet you oppress them by throwing them in the gulag and stripping them of all their basic human rights!"

"Aren't you supposed to be tolerant of people who are different than you?" Katara mocked. "Including those with different beliefs? That makes you the intolerant one!"

"SILENCE, TANKIE." Azula shot laser beams from their eyes (lmao what a triggered snowflake who acts based on emotion and not reason). Meanwhile, Zuko wondered where he could buy this power.

"Look! Over there! Free drugs!" Katara shouted. Both Zuko and Azula turned, and she made a run for it. Guards closed in on them, but molotov cocktails were already flying. An army of angry lesbians with hair of various bright colors had followed Azula's lead and crashed down through the ceiling.

Zuko took his chance and dashed after Katara. Even though he had the best lightningbending money could buy — and even though he was a main character and they were just nameless extras — there were just too many of them to fight off. If only he hadn't lost his AK-47 sometime during his swim…

This was how Katara ended up on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Zuko had somehow purchased a super yacht during his escape, but she had deigned to indulge in such bourgeoisie nonsense, and floated on a driftwood raft.

Back on the mainland, Azula and their lesbian army had begun to liberate prisons, kill cops, and generally create a state of lawless mayhem. (Wait. A "state" of lawless mayhem? Fuck the state! What I meant to say is a "condition" of lawless mayhem.) Everything was on fire. Everybody had quit their jobs. The pack of roaming lesbians was putting banana peels all around the Fire Nation for cishet men to slip on.

It was anarchy, and Azula smiled, eating a banana sideways so it didn't look suggestive to any of the cishet men watching.

Maybe this was what they'd been destined for all along.