Aang was sulking. The air currents moving swiftly over his ugly bald head was maddening to his tiny little brain, and so was the new group dynamic. His soul burned with watery fire. I used to be important. I used to be the one people were concerned about. But now, oh no, it's Robert who everyone is concerned with. What about Ozai? What about ME? And these new guys, ugh. They're vultures, stealing my friends! NO, not vultures, they're what vultures would EAT! The Avatar hated this. He felt like a helpless lump of undigested bread, slowly being eaten away into the void of despair. To cope with this, he had already spat on Polnareff several times, punched Sokka hard in the face (making his nose bleed liquid gold, which Katara had greedily collected, with hopes of selling it to a pawn shop), and tried to cut off Kakyoin's beloved hair curl, upon which Kakyoin had knocked him unconscious. Not to mention how he had mercilessly bullied Zuko, calling him 'useless' and 'ugly'. Zuko didn't seem to hear him, but his soul collapsed inward, like a leaf being set on fire with a flamethrower. Aang scowled at the others, his mind filled with rage like a small dog. He also made the shrill yapping of a small dog, which the others elected to ignore. They were flying very slowly south, towards the Boiling Rock, a fire nation prison. The prison was surrounded by a boiling lake, hence the name. As Appa flew over, the stream rose up and the group felt the damp, hot steam. A few hours earlier, Joseph had used his spirit photography to get a photo of Robert of Sponge, and that photo showed Robert at the Boiling Rock. Now they were all crowded together on Appa's back, except for Polnareff who was hanging onto Appa's foot for dear life. He had already fallen off three times, and had sustained massive injuries. Aang had insisted however that Polnareff could not ride on Appa, because it was his sky bison. In fact, Aang had thrown a tantrum when Polnareff insisted that he would not hang on to the tail, because "I AM A HUMAN BEEYING I DESERVE RESPECT OUI OUI!". Aang sneered with hatred, remembering this.

Leaning over the edge of Appa, Aang saw the boiling lake. The water rippled. The stream rose up, distorting Aang's view of the water. He could have sworn he saw the tormented faces of the damned, screaming at him, to help them out of hellfire. Aang smirked and spat towards the water. You and me both, pal he thought. You think you have it bad? Please. Noticing Aang looking bloodlustfully towards the water, Polnareff shouted,

"Bonjour, Aang! Oui, baguette! Please let me down, oh god, I'm about to fall, merci! I feel faint from blood loss, my leg got cut off by a passing plane, pamplemousse! Have mercy! Don't spit on me again please merci!" Aang decided not to respond, but merely poked him in the head with his airbending staff. Another bruise surfaced on Polnareffs bruised, pale and bloody face. On the other end of Appa, Kakyoin turned to Sokka.

"Has Aang always been this… heartless? Lacking in compassion? Unnecessarily vicious? Deliberately cruel?" Kakyoin asked, fearful sweat running down his pale face. Sokka replied nonchalantly,

"I think he's doing it for attention. See, he's always been the most important one, being the guy who had to defeat Ozai. But now there's Robert, so no one cares about him (Aangy boi tiny brain stoopid) anymore. I certainly don't. Do you?" Kakyoin hesitated, before answering honestly. He felt that he could trust Sokka with his life (a mistake), and could be honest with him about anything. Sokka just had this aura of trustworthiness (inaccurately).

"Honestly, I don't think I do. Throughout my whole life, I've always tried to feel compassion for everyone, but after he tried to cut off my hair… I don't think I like him much anymore." Kakyoin felt bad about having to say this, but he felt compelled to tell the truth to Sokka-God. Something about the way Sokka could look at you and tie your soul into a knot, and chew you up and spit you out. Kakyoin was also afraid of Sokka.

"Truth is given by God to us all in our time…" muttered Joseph.

"Shut up old man!" Aang and Jotaro said in unison. Aang, with rage as heated as a thousand George Foreman grills, and Jotaro with only mild and somewhat sluggish irritation (he had just regained consciousness and was not pleased to have a ring on his finger, or slimy, sharpie coloured saliva all over his face). Aang angrily spat on Jotaro.

"Don't interrupt me, phat-ass! You're not important! I'm the Avatar! I could kill you now, as easily as killing Polnareff here! You're ugly! I hate you! Why does no one care about me any more!" Aang slowly trailed off as he shrieked as loudly as George Foreman grill. Good Grief, thought Jotaro as he inched away from Katara. You wouldn't believe the day I've had, O self. First I'm knocked unconscious by the bald kid, then I'm knocked unconscious by Katara, and then she marries me. I don't want to be married! I'm too young! I must break free of this child marriage! My soul feels like an igneous rock, not like a sedimentary rock like usual! Same with my liver, esophagus, and heart. Come to think of it, I should probably go to a doctor about that…

"Turn your heart into stone… take an eye for an eye…" Joseph shouted at Jotaro as he flailed his arms, accidentally punching Avdol. Avdol pushed Joseph's hand away from himself. Avdol whispered in an ominous undertone, sounding like a demon from the pits of hell:

"Mebebehehe. Beeheemememmmoving on. It seems we've made it to the Boiling Rock prison, as you would all have noticed if you weren't all fighting. God, this team is dysfunctional. I sure hope that won't be a significant plot point later. Anyways, if you look down, you'll see the boiling lake." Avdol looked down with a weird amount of excitement about the water hotter than a volcano. Far below them, Bill Nye was filming a scientific video for the elementary students. Aang caught sight of him, and his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, and the sun seemed to darken for a moment. Aang summoned a blazing pitchfork, and hurled it devilishly towards the scientist. This hit Bill Nye directly in the eye, knocking him from the ledge on which he stood. He seemed to fall in slow motion, stretching his hand out to grab onto something. Bill Nye's scientific paws found a chain of icicles, stuck together by Hamon. At the other end was a young blonde man, keeping Bill Nye from falling into the water.

"Very nice, Caesar-chan!" Bill Nye grinned. Aang threw down a rock at Caesar, though this did not make Caesar let go of the icicles (so don't worry guys, Bill Nye is still alive).

Aang looked ahead, with eyes burning like hot coals, to see the Boiling Rock (again). They don't deserve to know that we're here! I'll have to get their attention in some way… Aang was unaware that Avdol had already pointed it out. Aang's grip on reality was slipping, just as Polnareff was slowly sliding off of Appa. Glancing around sweatily, Aang spied Avdol, sitting peacefully putting on an elaborate puppet show for the entertainment of the others. The puppet show was very wholesome and innocent, which was why Katara was screaming 'BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!'. She liked gruesome things. Avdol had also just finished his 1000 volunteer hours at the animal shelter, and had adopted several orphans, and rescued injured wildlife, and ended world hunger. Ugh, stealing the spotlight as always. I'll just give him a little shove; there's no way he could fall into the lake and die. After all, I'VE CERTAINLY NEVER TAKEN A LIFE Aang thought to himself as he grinned evilly, small devil horns growing out of his forehead. He rubbed his clawed filthy bloodstained hands together, salivating at the thought of pushing Avdol (who had also recently brought about world peace) overboard.

Aang lept six feet into the air, unhinged his jaw, and let out a blood curdling scream. To make it extra terrifying, he blasted his most powerful fire bending at him. Avdol looked up in horror, and the rest of the group looked on with terror on Aang's sudden transformation. Jotaro screamed in terror, but also screamed with frustration at his marriage. As Aang was flying towards Avdol at 812 km/h, claws extended, fangs 2 inches long, pitchfork in hand, Avdol calmly accepted his death.

"At least I ended racism, world hunger, and poverty before I died. Some might say I should defend myself right now, but I am a pacifist. I only hope that one of my friends will take care of the orphans I adopted, and the animal shelter that I run, and the utopian society which I was unanimously chosen to lead. Goodbye…. my friends…" he closed his eyes, turning his face upward to heaven. Sokka's face looked down on him from the clouds. Aang flew towards Avdol, rage in his tiny brain and covered in fire. He hit Avdol hard, and Avdol sailed in a holy arc off Appa. Falling in slow motion, he closed his eyes and smiled, accepting that this was his time.

"POOOGGGEEEERRRSSSSS!" Aang primarily bellowed, assured of his victory over the saintly Avdol. The rest of the group looked on in silent horror and terror for about 8 hours. Apps stayed hovering in the air, as if he knew the emotional pain they were all going through.

The group all felt as if their souls and minds were being incinerated by a devilish toaster powered by only fossil fuels. A single tear rolled down their respective faces as they gazed sadly into the distance, pondering the existential dread that was the pale specter of death.

Zuko thought about how one day his body would die, and he would be no more. But then he thought, Nay. My body shall not perish, though I shall be gone. Every day I feel myself slip closer to nothingness. I do not feel the warmth of the sun, nor the wind on my face. Despair engulfs my torso and toes. Food has lost its flavour, wine has lost its alcohol content. I can only taste paprika, the saddest flavour. Zuko is fading… Rumours grow, of a shadow in the East; the East of my heart and soul. This black shadow spreads, and as it spreads, Zuko has less and less mass. Soon I shall be no more… and only ZINKO shall remain. My shadow self, my twin, my curse. My inevitable fate. Ah, it is a cruel fate, yet with each pass of the sun 'round this flat disc upon which we live our lives, I care less. When only ZINKO remains… I will be gone. But nay, I must not let the others know. I could never worry my Love Katara like that. Not while she is in the golden days of her life; in her happy one-sided marriage.

And suddenly they were at the Boiling Rock; the stronghold of Robert, and there was no more time for jibber jabber.