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Also, we don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or the game show The Weakest Link.
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The Weakest Link
The audience remained quiet in their seats, anticipating the beginning of this show. The room was filled with ominous darkness. Suddenly, the crescent-shaped stage was flooded with futuresque lighting, revealing nine pedestals; behind them stood the unfortunate contestants at the mercy of the host. Listed clockwise, the victims were as follows: Azula, Iroh, the foamy Kyoshian guy, Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang and Admiral Zhao. After a bout of uncomfortable silence, the back door swung open. In marched a foreboding figure draped in black. She approached the center pedestal and drawled,
"Good evening, contestants."
She stepped into the light, revealing her evil... "vertically challenged"-ness.
Sokka stood there with his mouth agape. "T-t-t-... TOPH?"
"I should've known," Azula blew the bangs off her forehead, "little blind brat..."
Toph narrowed her eyes and sent a pulsing wave through the floor, knocking Azula off the stage and into the audience... full of rabid Zuko fangirls. Screams were heard as Azula's soul left her being as her body was carried out of the building.
"She was the weakest link. Carry on." Toph was unfazed.
Zuko, for once, was completely lost. "What the heck was that?"
"Would you rather be fangirl bait?"
Zuko gulped and quickly regained his composure.
"Now, to begin. You are on the show The Weakest Link..."
"Duh." Zhao simpered.
Toph spun around wildly and looked in his general direction. "Well, Monkeyface, you are supposed to be dead, so I suggest you shut your trap this instant or I'll make it a reality!"
Zhao was stunned.
Toph began rather loudly, "NOW we begin. I really hope you all read the rules before you came, because after this little chit-chat, I won't have time to repeat them. Questions?"
A cricket was heard in the back of the audience.
The Earthbender flashed her trademark grin. "We start... now."
The two-minute timer started as the host pivoted to face the Dragon of the West. "Iroh!"
He hiccupped. "Yes?"
"The term Avatar comes from the Sanskrit word Avtara which means what?"
Iroh replied calmly, "Descent."
"Correct. Kyoshian Guy!"
"BANK!" he screamed automatically.
Toph raised an eyebrow and continued. "What kind of Jing do Earthbenders use?"
He foamed at the mouth in response.
"Ugh... Zuko! What type of swords are favored by the wanted Blue Spirit?"
The Fire Prince gripped the pedestal and clenched his teeth. Through them he uttered, "...I think... uh... Long Dao Broadswords with an intricate Willow Leaf design?"
The snap that was heard after that was the sound of each contestant simultaneously turning their heads to get a good look at Zuko, who, at the moment, was sweating buckets. "What? ...it was a guess..." he stammered.
Toph barked, "Correct!" and moved on, thinking nothing of it. "Katara! Who do you like more– Aang or Zuko?"
Katara's left eye twitched.
After a few awkward moments, the buzzer sounded. "Time's up!"
The Waterbender breathed a sigh of relief, then folded her hands and tilted her head toward the heavens, mouthing, "Thank you."
Toph groaned. "Oh, and with absolutely no money in the bank. Face it. You are complete failures. The only ones who got anything correct at all were our worthless Fire Nation scum..."
"HEY!" Zhao called out, not thinking of the consequences. He had to be included in anything Fire Nation.
A second later it dawned on him. "Waaaaaiiiit..."
Iroh whimpered and flaunted his chibi eyes. The audience went, "Awwwww..." and Katara walked across the stage and gave him a big snuggly hug. The authors squealed.
"BACK TO YOUR PLACES!" Toph shouted loud enough to cause everyone to jump a foot in the air. Especially Aang, who hit the ceiling. Literally.
"Now it's time for you to decide..." The host waved a hand over her victims. "Who is... the weakest link?"
Quickly, the contestants grabbed their pens and hunched over their screens. "NO PEEKING!" the Kyoshian guy shrieked and scribbled something down, covering his answer with his free hand. His eyes darted about suspiciously.
The voice-over monologued, "Iroh and Zuko appear to be the strongest links in this first round, whereas the foamy Kyoshian guy and Katara both failed to answer their questions... but we will see whom the contestants decide... who IS... the weakest link?"
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A/N
Aaaaand... the weakest link shall be revealed in the next chapter. We will attempt to upload more chapters, but we live about 20 minutes away from each other, so that might prove difficult. We put a lot of time and effort into this story, so you'd better review or we'll be sad and we'll come and find you.
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Let this be a lesson to you... young grasshopper. :)