In the Pants
"We meet again, Avatar Korra."
It was the leader of the Equalist himself, Amon.
Korra prepared herself for this day. Their ultimate duel was inevitable, and there was no way he was going to win.
She took a stance. "Amon, you are going down!"
"We'll see, Avatar. Feast your eyes on this…!"
The revolutionist suddenly had his pants off, dancing around in his underwear. His shirt was soon off.
"Do you fear me now? What do you think of me, now that I have no pants on?"
The morning sun shone through the window as her eyes opened. She placed a hand on her forehead from the raging hangover.
She looked at the glass on the desk beside her. "I am not drinking cactus juice before bed ever again."