I was going to squash this back down into a oneshot again, but it has been demanded that I keep up with this randomosity and so I shall keep it up. I honestly have no preconceived idea of what this chapter will be like, so do pardon its… well I dunno what to call it. Anyway, I suppose I'll just see what my twisted mind comes up with next, enjoy.

At Sokka's apartment…

Sokka's dazed eyes struggled open as he was jolted awake by two young children bouncing upon his bed. For a brief moment he wondered, Why did I have kids? But only for a brief moment for he loved his children dearly. "Daddy-daddy-daddy!"

Sokka grunted softly and rolled over to see his two young girls peering expectantly at him. "Daddy! Mommy says that you're gonna make PANCAKES!"

Pancakes, dear God.

The two girls began their chant. "We want pancakes. We want pancakes."

Sokka rolled out of bed and his two girls followed him out of the room dancing along after him. Suki sat at the kitchen table, reading the paper in her bathrobe. "So I hear that 'daddy-daddy-daddy's' making pancakes for his two favorite little girls," he said accusingly.

"That's what you get for partying the way you do," Suki teased.

"But Aang was back…" Sokka insisted.

"Pfff… You were going to make breakfast anyway. Get cooking 'Iron Chef.'"

Back at the 'other' apartment…

Toph shampooed her hair rapidly, singing at the top of her lungs, doing an excellent job of expressing her jubilation. "We were at the beach. Oh ah. Everybody had matching towels. Somebody looked under a dock and there they saw a rock. It wasn't a rock. It was a ROCK LOBSTER!"

Aang could hear her all the way from the living room. He turned the TV up louder. Toph, though she knew all the words, was a terrible, terrible singer.

"ROCK LOBSTER!"

Aang's eyes glazed over as a person's eyes often do glaze over when watching television. "Pleah." News. Click. "Pleah." More News channels. Click. Click. Click. "IS NEWS THE ONLY THING THEY WATCH!" Aang shouted.

Toph entered the living room, her hair soaking wet, but otherwise completely covered. "Yeah and you don't have to shout," she said.

"So says she who screams 'Rock Lobster' in the shower."

"Psh." Toph waved his comment away.

At a shrink's office… no it's not one of you in therapy…

"And why do you think people react that way to you?"

"I dunno. I bet they're jealous. I'm so perfect and they aren't. I don't even know why I'm here. They're the ones with the problems. If they just accepted that I'm sooo much better than them, then everything would be fine."

"Do you ever wonder if perhaps you're the problem, Azula?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not trying to say anything. I'm asking if you've ever considered that maybe you're the one with the problem, not everyone else on this planet."

Azula frowned. "That's what they say. You're just like them. I'm leaving."

"Azula, wait."

Azula's hand froze over the knob. She turned back. "What?"

"Let's talk about something else. Tell me about your family."

Azula stared at her warily. She wanted to go, but there didn't seem to be any harm in staying a bit longer. She was only required by law to go to one therapy session after her incident. If she could get it over and done with just some pointless talking…

"Ok," she said begrudgingly and sat back down. "My father is the head of a company, Ozai Inc. He's brilliant. My mother… she died in a car accident a few years ago, at least that's what dad told us."

"Us?" the shrink prodded.

"Me and my brother, Zuko. He's a magician. Honestly it's ridiculous. It's pathetic even. I mean, come on, a magician?"

"But he's famous," the shrink said.

"I suppose."

"And he's clearly done well by following his dreams."

Azula shrugged. "He's still the family laughingstock. Only Uncle Iroh still talks to him. I wouldn't either, but we never got along anyway, so he has no reason to talk to me."

"Do you regret the lack of a relationship with your brother?"

Azula paused to think. "No."

"Why not?"

"Father doesn't approve and if father doesn't approve, then I don't approve."

The shrink sighed. This girl had no individual thought, did she?

"Azula, do you ever do things that your father would not approve of?"

"No. Why would I? I would lose his love."

"He only loves you if he approves of you?" the shrink asked, trying not to sound too incredulous.

Azula took no notice. "Of course," she said, like she was stating a simple fact, like "the sky is blue" or "most humans have five toes, not six."

Azula glanced at the clock. "My hour is up. Can I go now?"

"Yes. But, Azula?"

"What?" she asked irritably.

"I'd like you to come back."

"What you think something is wrong with me? Who are you to judge?"

"I'm not judging you and I don't think anything is wrong with you. I just think you could benefit from having time you just talk and let out your emotions."

"I'm not coming back," Azula insisted. "I only came here because I had to."

"Keep the card just in case you change your mind," the shrink said, pressing a small rectangle of white paper into her hand.

Ok, it's a bit short but that's all I can come up with at this point in time. The 'daddy-daddy-daddy' thing is inspired by my neighbors' kids and Rock Lobster is by the B52 (therefore not owned by me). For more randomosity, please do read Espiritu del Aire's "Lost in Translation" for cabbages, papayas, and good, evil fun. Also I'm going to be getting my life back soon, and I may get a little more regular with the posting of the stuff and certainly write much faster. Without further ado, I bid ye farewell.