Continued from "The Fire Nation Tries Anarcho-Capitalism." As requested by Iris_Quincy_Rosewood:
Zuko soared through the clear blue skies on the back of his mighty dragon, by the second growing further away from the corrupt life of a monarch that he'd never truly wanted. "No, Dad, I'm not giving up on MY dream, I'm giving up YOURS," he muttered to himself.
He reached the Sun Warrior island while it was still light out, landing on the bridge where the dragons had breathed rainbow fire at them and he'd done that gay ass little dance with Aang. He was about to make more money than most people would see in their lifetime, and he was gonna do it by selling dragon eggs.
Nonetheless, he couldn't help but to feel betrayed. It was too bad that Aang had turned out to be a libtard. They'd had a real special moment on this bridge, and of course, Aang had played a vital role in establishing Zuko's anarcho-capitalist paradise by deposing Ozai.
A clutch of eggs rested just past the entrance to one of the caves, and Zuko approached stealthily, quietly humming "How Bad Can I Be" from the Lorax movie.
"Ah, Prince Zuko," said a voice from the darkness. The Sun Warrior chieftain emerged from the shadows of the cave. "What brings you back here?"
"Actually, it's Dragon Industries CEO Zuko now," Zuko corrected him. "If you don't mind, could I see those eggs real quick?"
The warrior regarded him with suspicion. "And why is that?"
"…To sell them?" Zuko answered sheepishly. "I'll buy them off you, if that's what it takes. Trust me, I've got the cash. I have a rich daddy, so you know this is well-earned money on my part."
"Didn't you learn anything from when you tried to grab that egg the first time? They aren't for sale. Dragons are endangered, and we need to protect the few breeding pairs that are left."
"I'll give you twenty percent of the profits. No, make it thirty. We'll be business partners!"
The chieftain shook his head, realizing that reasoning with Zuko wasn't going to work. "You know that this is private property you're trespassing on, right?"
Zuko gasped in horror. This was worse than the time that Azula had burned his copy of Atlas Shrugged! "Oh no!" he cried. "I'm violating the non-aggression principle! Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'll leave right away, please don't send your private police force after me!"
"…We won't," the chieftain responded. "Just give us back the dragon you rode here, and don't return to our island."
Weeping, Zuko swam back to the Fire Nation mainland through the filthy publicly owned ocean. Maybe anarcho-capitalism was going to be harder than it looked.