Due to fear of procrastinating beyond my "due date" I am simply going to execute my untimely demise but remember, stories never end, they simply give you an specific point in the story thus covering up the rest of the characters lives, so I am dead, but not forgotten… and this might possibly the most boring excuse filled with old English terms I have ever produced… dear god I think I'm turning into the next Michael Caine!
Me, Sokka and the MIB agent/contraband convict named Momo finally stride into Vista Ridge mall after stopping for Ice cream, discovering Sokkas true feelings for cross-dressing, and being Mauled by vicious, genetically altered, flesh eating Chipmunks. We were tired and possibly missing a few Major organs, we just wanted to get our friends and go home. But the Malls "regular" had something sinister planned.
We had had found that our friends had been kidnapped by Texas revolutionary war actors. Our friends our tied to cannon posts with a Flag hoisted high above them stating a simple dare: come and take 'em. Upon realizing that they were reenacting the battle of Gonzales I knew that the Oracle/ fortune teller lady was right.
I've always wondered how it would feel to knowingly walk to your own death, but Sokka had other ideas in mind. Berfore I could ask his stupid idea they pulled me into their "secret meeting". "so Momo points and yells hurricane and runs away, then I yell tornado and run away, then finally you sream fire and run away Agreed" sokka said, " well actually-" I am suddenly interrupted by sokka yelling "good'.
So then Our plan fell into place, Sokka And momo were able to successfully get away, and then when all their firearms were pointed at me I screamed in frustration "fire"! Now, with me Elevated to the non-fictitious world that is reality I have learned never to trust Sokka or anyone that thinks like sokka ever again!
I've finally hitched a ride on the grim reapers moped. And for all of you who have not kept up don't bother lookin' for mach 2 for another 5 months. So uh, now to, uh, shave… a… cat?