Element Girls – Yes, I'm quite partial to random crazyness as well. It's fun to write coz every now and then you stop and giggle. At least, I do.

Amberhawk – Iroh is not mad, he's just overly Iroh. Actually, he's just plain bonkers. One too many cups of tea! I love tea.

Red Hawk K'sani – I actually did have an idea for an angsty type story. But I have commitment issues. I'll try. No promises, though.

Katara holds her breath

Sokka contemplates
Zuko throws stuff
Aang stages an elaborate protest

In no time at all, Aang had assembled a protest for better work conditions and an array of signs with catchy phrases on them. He was walking around with his 'R.E.S.P.E.C.T. and maybe a cup of ginseng tea' sign, chanting "No Respect, no Avatar!"

Katara was trying to reason with him. Sokka and Uncle Iroh were having a Pai Sho tea party and Zuko was yelling at his ring puzzle that he couldn't figure out, so he got angry, threw it at Katara and got out his Zhao Voodoo doll and began pricking a certain area with a pin.

"Please Aang," pleaded Katara, "You can't go on strike! You have to save the world!"

"Well, if I am the supposed 'saviour'," said Aang, using quotation fingers, "then it is logical for me to expect and demand a little appreciation for my work." he lifted his 'Appreciation or Annihilation!' sign on hi shoulder. "But time and again I find myself being abused verbally and physically, not to mention the many various attempts on my life. Now, I have no previous experience but I am pretty sure that is not how you treat a hero!"

Aang turned around and resumed his chanting.

"Don't cry, Katara." Sokka used his mechanised hydraulic comforting humanoid robot to comfort his crying sister.

Uncle Iroh continued with his story he was telling, with Sokka listening intently.

"I remember one time he got so mad because the ship wouldn't start that he actually tried to lift the ship and throw it. Got a hernia and burst a blood vessel in his eye I believe."

"I have a question, Iroh." said Sokka, stroking his chin while contemplating.

"Shoot."

"Has he ever gotten so mad at himself that he has attempted to throw, uh, himself?"

"He did so last week." answered Uncle Iroh.

"Interesting…" Sokka began contemplation again.

Meanwhile, Katara was playing the blame game.

"This is all your fault!" she accused Zuko. "If it wasn't for you, Aang wouldn't have gone on strike!"

"It's not my fault I have this stupid issue with honour regaining!" Zuko countered.

"Why don't you get a hobby!" Katara yelled.

"Hmm… perhaps I should." Zuko joined Sokka in his contemplation.

"Wazapnin, homies?" asked Uncle Iroh, trying to sound cool.

"I am being accused of being the reason why the Avatar has gone on strike." replied Zuko, rather calmly.

"That is a very serious allegation."

"And it's true!" Katara yelled. "Help me out, Sokka."

"Silence you foul trout! I am contemplating!"

Everyone stared at the contemplating Sokka.

"Di – did he just call me a 'foul trout'?" Katara asked, to no-one in particular.

"I believe he did." answered Zuko. "I rather like trout, too."

Katara stared open mouthed at the still contemplating Sokka while Uncle Iroh poked the Zhao Voodoo doll with pins and Aang swatted a bug with his 'Worship me!' sign.

"Apologise right now!" Katara turned to Zuko.

"Say what?"

"I stand by the 'it's your fault' accusation and I demand that you apologise right now."

"Absolutely not!"

"If you don't apologise, I'll hold my breath!"

Zuko gave a 'WFT?' look. Katara glared at him for a moment and then began holding her breath.

Zuko began to get a little agitated and nervous.

"Don't do that. It's stupid and childish."

Katara continued, not with a weird look on her face.

"You can't just stop breathing. There is some sort of weird trigger the body has that forces you to breathe eventually."

Katara began to turn blue.

"Please stop…" whimpered Zuko.

Sokka surveyed the scene.

"I remember the last time she held her breath." commented Sokka. "Our village idiot had to give her cardio-pulmonary resuscitation. It was hilarious."

Zuko whimpered again.

"I call shotgun not to give Katara cardio-pulmonary resuscitation!" called out Sokka.

Uncle Iroh also called a shotgun. So did Aang and the random Fire Nation guard guy.

"Guess that means you'll have to resuscitate her." Sokka told Zuko.

Zuko gave a pathetic cry at his pathetic shotguning skills.

"Very well," he announced after he regained his composure. "I'll apologise."

Aang threw his 'I don't eat meat' sign up in the air as a sign of triumph. Sokka and Uncle Iroh sighed in disappointment, as they had a bet on wether Zuko would actually attempt to resuscitate Katara or not. Uncle Iroh bet that Zuko would in fact try to save Katara, coz apparently he has morals. Sokka also suspected that Zuko would attempt resuscitation, but only because Sokka believed that Zuko secretly liked Katara and this would be the perfect opportunity for Zuko to kiss her.

Katara made no attempt rub her victory in Zuko's nose. She made no attempt to move at all.

"D'you think she's dead?" asked Uncle Iroh, while Sokka poked her with a stick.

"Does that mean I still have to do CPR?"

"No!" Katara yelled.

"Oh, you're alive." Sokka and Uncle Iroh were once again disappointed.

"Here!" Katara waved a bit of paper at Zuko. "This is what you say."

Zuko read over the pre-prepared apology. "I'm not saying that!"

"I'll hold my breath!"

"Ok, I'll say it!" Zuko gave in. "But only if I get to add something."

Katara thought over the offer. "I suppose. As long as it does not involve death threats."

"Excellent." Zuko rubbed his hands together and then began to walk in the direction of his ship.

"Where are you going!" Katara called out.

"To make a cheesecake!"

A/N: HA! Betcha didn't see THAT coming!