A/N Look what I found! I had already written a new chapter but the computer crashed before I could update! So I didn't even have to write it. Enjoy!

"Alright," said Iroh. "Done."

Aang sighed with relief, glad that the Sue had finally gotten their concrit. "Well, I'm glad that's over," he commented.

"Not quite," Katara corrected. "We have to stay online to make sure she gets our reviews.

"What'll we do 'till then?" asked Sokka.

"Let's just browse, and stuff," Zuko suggested, painfully OOC.

"What should we search for?" asked Iroh, still at the keyboard of the computer he had pulled out of a plothole.

"Me," offered Zuko, wondering what stories people were writing about him.

Me, typed in Iroh.

"No, not…" began Zuko, but it was too late. The search results had appeared.

"Me-Obviously?" asked Aang curiously. "What's that?"

"Someone's username," suggested Katara. "Click on it, Iroh, and see what this is."

With a bit of odd confusions as to how to use the mouse, Iroh finally got the link clicked on. After a bit of description about a random person, they reached the quotes.

"Hey, look, that's Bumi!" exclaimed Aang. They read the quote with their friend's name in it.

'Guard: "My liege, do you mean the good chamber or the bad chamber?"

King Bumi: "The newly refurbished chamber."

Guard: "Wait, which chamber are we talking about?"

King Bumi: "The newly refurbished chamber that used to be the bad chamber, until the recent refurbishing that is. We've been calling it the new chamber but we really should number them. Uh... TAKE THEM TO THE REFURBISHED CHAMBER THAT WAS ONCE BAD!"

Later...

Katara: "This is a prison cell? But it's so nice."

Aang: "He did say it was newly refurbished."

Sokka: "Nice or not, we're prisoners."

-Avatar: The Last Airbender, Book 1: Water, Chapter 5: The King of Omashu'

"I always knew I sounded like the smart one," Sokka said proudly.

"Yeah, sounded like it," giggled Katara. Her brother glared at her, but Zuko interrupted

before they could get into a full-fledged argument.

"What's that say?" he asked, pointing at a headline above a paragraph that they couldn't yet read.

"My Rant on Mary-Sues and Gary-Stus in the Avatar Fandom," read Aang. "What's a Gary-Stu, please?"

"A male Mary-Sue," Katara told him. "Scroll down, Iroh," she added, "This might be helpful."

Iroh scrolled down and began to read aloud.

I've officially snapped. "Why?" the ever curious populace wonders. And I shall tell you why, oh yes, I shall.

"Good," commented Zuko. The ever curious populace isn't the only one who's wondering, I am too!"

"That sounds really lame," Sokka muttered.

"Don't be a flamer," Zuko told him primly.

I was wondering aimlessly through the Avatar-verse, as all of us fanfictioners do, looking for a nice well written fic to read.

"Fic would be a fanfiction story," Katara clarified.

But I was finding it rather difficult due to the plague that has struck our young fandom. A surplus of the dreaded MarySues. Like a dark shadow they send the wonderful and addicting thing that is fanfiction into the fan's equivalent of a nuclear winter. Poignant and oftentimes fatal they infect all fandoms. With them comes their sister in arms, the equally dreaded (by the good writers and all readers with sense) cliche.

Face it, they're there. It's like the boogeyman crawling out from under your bed or out of your closet and sitting at your dinner table, touching all your food with his boogery hands. It's icky and no one wants him there. Call in exterminator, I say. Get rid of the roach-like Sues! Let's go on strike. Let's say: "Fanfiction, you've banned songfics and the alleged script format.

"Songfics? Script format?"

"Sonfics are stories written to a song. Script format is written as a script," Katara explained.

"And a script would be…?"

"Hard to explain," said Katara, who didn't really know at all.

So do us a true favor, BAN THE SUES!" I'm tired of them and there are many others who stand with me on this issue.

In the Avatar-verse they're the Airbenders that survived despite the fact that the show title (the American one) says that Aang is the last.

"The show title being 'Avatar: The Last Airbender," Katara told them.

"If we want your clarification, we'll ask for it," growled Zuko.

"Why Aang?" wondered Sokka. "Why's the show named after him?"

"'Cause he's the main character," explained Katara. "Hey, he asked," she added defensively as Zuko glared at her.

They're the Second Avatars; which is impossible because the Avatar is one person, one spirit that is reincarnated over and over.

"How does she know?" wondered Aang. Nobody answered him.

They're the New Benders: look I bend weird things or two elements, but not four cause that would make me a Second Avatar. And my theory on why there are only four elements is this: Elements Elemental Forms, otherwise known as EARTH-SOLID, WATER-LIQUID, AIR-GAS, FIRE-PLASMA. The only forms all atomic materials can take; four, just four. That's my explanation on why Iroh could bend Lightning in "The Storm,"' cause both Lightning and Fire are plasmas.

"Very wise, young one, very wise," Iroh told the computer. It didn't answer, so he kept reading.

And if that doesn't work for you, the creators themselves said that each element mirrors one of the four seasons (no, not the hotel): WATER-WINTER, EARTH-SPRING, FIRE-SUMMER, AIR-AUTUMN. Once more only four and that will never change. You'll never hear, "Well, the climatologists released a report today saying that the year is actually composed of five seasons."

Zuko forced himself not to smile at that, as Aang asked loudly and curiously what a climatologist was.

"Fine," he muttered when Katara couldn't answer. "So what's a hotel, and what's that gotta do with four seasons?"

Since nobody could answer that, either, he just sat there, slightly grumpy, and very OOC.

"What's that?" asked Sokka, pointing at a link as Iroh attempted another search.

"I guess that must be just another user," Katara told him tiredly.

Sokka and Iroh happily clicked on the link and read through the profile, until they got to the stories.

"Hey, look, there are stories about us!" exclaimed Iroh. The others gathered around as he read one of the two Avatar fics' summaries aloud.

"Mary-Sues of All Kinds. By Random Stuff About Stuff.

When Aang finds a mysterious book in a hat, he had no idea that it contains a Mary Sue... Well, maybe he does. Sokka is a concritter, Zuko is a flamer, Katara is a SueKiller, and Iroh is a PlotHole TeaDrinker. Ahh, the chaos…"

"PlotHole TeaDrinker?" wondered Iroh.

"This 'Random Stuff About Stuff' seems to be very… odd," mused Aang.

"Very odd indeed," agreed Sokka. He clicked on the link to the story and began reading.

It did not take long for the story to start sounding very familiar.

"That's us!" exclaimed Zuko angrily. He obviously didn't have a very good grip on his temper…

"That's us!" exclaimed Zuko angrily. He obviously didn't have a very good grip on his temper…

"I do too!"

"Of course you do, Zuko," Iroh said soothingly. He was obviously the good one in the family.

"I do too!"

"Of course you do, Zuko," Iroh said soothingly. He was obviously the good one in the family.

Iroh looked mildly proud of himself, while Katara pondered this conundrum.

Iroh looked mildly proud of himself, while Katara pondered this conundrum.

Sokka pointed his spear at the computer, a gesture he was very fond of. "What manner of foul being are you?" he asked.

Hey! Who're you calling a foul being?

"It speaks!" he cried overdramatically, and then read the computer's record of that. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "I am not overdramatic.

The computer recorded that, and added, yes you are, and you smell like a bison.

"I live on a bison!" Sokka retorted, as the computer recorded his words, "Do you expect me to smell like a rose?"

Well, no. Actually, I'd prefer lavender, roses smell weird.

"Hey, it's not like I exactly get a chance to bathe everyday, Mr. Smarty Pants," Sokka snapped maturely.

Well, we all wish for a change in your circumstances, the computer retorted. Because you're an idiot. And it's Ms. Smarty Pants, I'm a girl.

"I wouldn't've noticed," muttered Zuko.

Hey! What's that supposed to mean? Are girls supposed to act differently than boys? Huh? Huh?

"Hey, I just…"

Oh, now you wanna talk, huh? Sure you're not too good to talk to a mere girl?

"I was only…"

Hahahahahaahaha, the computer said. The look on your face!

"Not that this isn't interesting and all," Iroh put in, "But the Sue has read our reviews. She's coming."

"Excuse me," Katara told the computer, feeling very silly. "But we have to go…"

Not a problem. You beat those Sues! I'll make sure to write you a happy ending.

"Thank you," Aang said graciously. The computer bleeped in response, and the Sue appeared.

Ohh, I love these cliffies. Even if this one is sort of… in a comedy story. Anyway, special thanks to 'me-obviously' for this chapter, she really does have everything I put there on her homepage, and she really does exist. And, in case you didn't realize, the part where they're talking to the computer is really just the story being written, and the sarcastic comments are me. So, anyway, hope you liked this one. I'm so far planning on another chapter, then an epilogue.