Robert's fortress loomed, 20 000 meters tall and 10 meters wide. The walls were constructed of a curiously shiny metal, yet somehow slimy and living. A smell like a thousand angry frogs drifted upon the cold wind. The sky was a maddening blue, seeming to spin higher and higher if you looked up. The ground was cracked and dry, dirt blew away with every gust of wind. Large chasms had opened up around the group; an effect of Robert's evil aura. Damp screams came from under the ground, muffled but very close. Sokka shifted uneasily, sensing with his holy Messiah powers the rage that emanated from Robert's stronghold. Minecraft Skeletons could be seen inside, probably hundreds, if not three. Sokka stepped forward towards the tall blood-red gates, and held up a hand. The gates opened, as the will of Sokka-God commanded. A heavy metallic shriek filled the rancid air; the hinges of the great doors had not been oiled literally ever. Sokka strode forward, levitating slightly. Then he turned to his incompetant and rather vicious companions.

"Ok guys, this is it. If anyone wants to turn back now, I won't judge. I mean I will judge your soul at the end of your life, haha, but you get my point. Robert is a terrifying and ancient being, the likes of which none of us have ever encountered, so it probably won't even affect the fight if you guys leave." Sokka looked at all of them, and they all looked at each other, ready to pounce on any sign of weakness (not all of them were as accepting and non-judgemental as Sokka). Polnareff uneasily hopped forward on his one remaining leg.

"Hon hon hon, francais. I am missing two out of four limbs, thanks to Aang here, bonjour. Honestly, I've lost so much blood that I'm barely conscious, pamplemousse. You all know that I'd never be one to back down from a fight, but this is different. I'm literally missing an arm and a leg. I…" Polnareff lost consciousness from blood loss and slumped to the ground.

Aang spat on Polnareff's unconscious carcass with scorn.

"GG ez" said Aang as he kicked Polnareff's prone body. The unconscious body rolled into a nearby chasm. Zuko lunged forward to try and catch Polnareff. Suddenly I feel… alive! I must save Polnareff! The shadow in my soul shrinks… The blood of life flows through my veins! Can it be that I've vanquished ZINKO? Zuko's hand reached out into the chasm, reaching for Polnareff. But he missed by mere fractions. The Frenchman tumbled into the darkness of the chasm, as hungry voices emanated from the ground, happy with the prospect of a tasty french meal. Polnareff's eyes snapped open for a second, driven by terror. He flailed for a second, trying to find a handhold that could save his life from the hungry Minecraft Zombies below. His fingers scraped desperately against the dirt, finding a small ledge. The chasm yawned wide below him, full of darkness and hungry mouths. Polnareff's terrified face looked upwards at Zuko. Zuko stretched his hand as far as it would go, but he was still a few inches too far. Zuko lunged forward, trying to extend his arm as far as it would go to save this weird french adult man that he barely knew, but still still considered his friend. Zuko looked into Polnareff's terrified and bloodied face.

"Grab my hand Polnareff! I can pull you back up!" Zuko shouted down to him, as the rest stood around, unable to help. Polnareff responded,

"I literally can't; baguette, I don't have another hand!" Zuko was shocked and horrified to realize that Polnareff was in fact correct. Suddenly Zuko was electrified (literally, because Aang had shocked him with a battery). He had an idea.

"Kakyoin! Can you use Hierophant Green to stretch out into a string, then weave itself into a net, so Polnareff can drop down and be bounced off back up to us?" Zuko demanded aggressively. Kakyoin cowered in fear, and stuttered out,

"Y-yes, I can, but my stand isn't bouncy. I don't know WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE GETTING YOUR FAULTY INFORMATION ZUKO. But yes, I can do that, but someone will need to jump into the chasm to give Polnareff a boost. But that's a huge personal risk… and I can't do it because I have to be up here to hold up the other end of Hierophant Green, or else I'll get pulled in too." Zuko hesitated for a second, then jumped in.

"If this is the only way to vanquish ZINKO, so be it! Oh, and I guess Polnareff is important too, I guess." Kakyoin shoved a reluctant Hierophant Green into the pit to form a net. The greenish Stand shrieked with anger and kicked Zuko in the face with anger (normally stands are a manifestation of one's soul, but Hierophant Green was just super weird and barefly listened to Kakyoin), but it still wove itself into a net.

"TRÈS BIEN, OUI OUI!" Polnareff shouted happily, waving his French flag with patriotism. All seemed to be going well. The rest of the group was still watching with growing boredom. Katara spoke up,

"Can we get moving?! Polnareff, you're holding us all up. My astrologist said I should cut toxic people out of my life, and your not being a very positive person for me right now. It's bad for my aura! You guys do not even understand how important this is to me! You cant even begin to fathom how much emotional trauma i've gone through!" She looked around the group for support. Jotaro, Kakyoin, Sokka, and Joseph just kind of looked at her with distrust. Aang then looked back at the attempt to save Polnareff. Ugh, I should be the center of attention! Not the stupid french guy, or the stupid stand guy, or the stupid Zuko guy. I hate all of them! I have to do something dramatic and avatar-like…

"HEY GUYS I'M GOING INTO THE AVATAR STATE AND I'M GOING TO GO FIGHT OZAI NOW! YOU BETTER ALL EMOTIONALLY SUPPORT ME IN THIS VERY DIFFICULT TIME!" Aang shouted desperately, flailing his arms around wildly. Unfortunately, he flailed a little to hard, and went careening into Polnareff, who had just gotten out of the pit. Aang slammed into him, and Polnareff lost his balance.

Taking a few steps backwards in an effort to regain his balance, Polnareff lost his footing and fell into the darkness of the abyss. That was the last time he was seen by homosapien eyes.

Zuko immediately fell to his knees and screamed up at the sky,

"WHY, GOD, WHY? WHY DO THE PEOPLE I'M CLOSE TO ALWAYS FALL INTO PITS! GOD! THIS IS SO SAD! ALEXA, PLAY DESPACITO. GODDDDD!" Sokka was unimpressed.

"I'm literally God, Zuko my child. And I would bring back Polnareff if I could, but even I can't stop Minecraft Zombies. They are simply too powerful… I'm sorry." He placed a tender hand on Zuko's face and kissed him on the forehead, as holy light surrounded them both. Then the violin music cut out with a sound like a record scratch, and the holy light was cut off as he turned to face Aang.

"Aang… you've now murdered two of our teammates in under an hour. I get that your going through a hard time, and I understand, I really do, but could you please refrain? You're literally a murderer at age 12. Stop. If you kill anyone else, I'm gonna have to kick you off the team, my child."

"Good grief." Jotaro sighed as he adjusted his hat. Good grief. This reminds me of a distant… tragic time when I was but a wee lad. When I was… this many. He now held up some fingers. How many? He didn't know. He couldn't count. My father was eaten by a lion at the zoo... He fell into the enclosure. As he was being ripped apart and digested down the lion's sharp gullet, his watch fell out of his mouth. It was a rolex. My father was always fond of time… which was obviously a metaphor of his awareness of his own mortality. The watch being bitten represents his time being cut short. I wanted the watch… to remind me of dear Papa. But it was taken by the corrupt zoo keeper tyrant ruler dictator that ran the zoo. That represents the MAN trampling the little guy! My dear Papa was three feet tall… however he wore 12 inch heels and a very tall hat, so he didn't seem too short. But by Jove, he had a tall spirit! I promised Papa I would never forget him… He made me promise as he was being consumed. Ever since, I've felt nothing but fear and hatred towards authority and lions…

"Uh… Jotaro? You were monologuing out loud. I'm sorry about your dear Papa, but this ISN'T THE TIME. WE HAVE TO GET FIGHT ROBERT. WE HAVE TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE. I HAVE TO GET DOUBLE REVENGE ON AANG. I HAVE TO SET UP A SERIES OF PETTY PRANKS TO GET BACK AT AANG. I WOULD BE VERY HAPPY IF YOU WOULD HELP ME WITH THIS." shrieked Kakyoin, shaking with rage. By now Sokka had had all he could take. He flew over to Jotaro, grabbed him by the ankles, and threw him into Robert's fortress. He then went to Katara and screamed so hard she went flying into Robert's fortress.

"STAY OUT HERE!" he said to Aang. Sokka didn't want him messing stuff up again. Sokka then ran straight at Joseph and body slammed him into Robert's fortress.

"Kakyoin, you seem reasonable. Would you kindly step into Robert's fortress?" Sokka asked politely. Kakyoin gave a shriek of fear and ran in. Sokka then picked up Zuko's prone body (Zuko was still sobbing about ZINKO) and carried him in.

As they all stood (or sat, or laid) in the lobby (it was decorated like a hotel) of the Boiling Rock, an eerie music filled the air. The tempo was aggressively fast, and it sounded like the musicians were suffering. The only instrument was the bongo drums, and then the vocals came in. Katara's eyes widened with fear as she recognized the song… it was the most feared song of all time. A song that struck dread into the hearts of the bravest rodents. A simple tune, a steady beat. The music of machinery. They heard that heavy metal sound, the symphony of Hadestown. The song was written by a monster. It was Despacito that was heard throughout the halls of Robert's fortress.