Alright, another chapter and I really do need to start ending this story, so I'm gonna see what I can do. A big thank you to Yazu Katara and Toph Attack, your latest review sparked my imagination and resulted in the first scene of this chapter. Sorry it's taken so long to get this out. I've had a teensy bit of writers block. Bleah I hate it so much. Without further ado…

In a hospital…

"Doctor," the cabbage man said softly. "What's wrong with me?"

The doctor looked down sadly. "I'm afraid that it's…. your spleen."

"My… my spleen, doctor?"

"Yes, Mr. Cabbage. There's a dreadful buildup of some sort of leafy green thing. Tell me, do you eat lots of lettuce or cabbage?"

"I eat cabbage, doctor."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cabbage, but you can no longer eat any more cabbage. It's what's destroying your spleen."

"WHAT?"

"I said you can't eat any more cabbage, Mr. Cabbage."

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" In a ferocious rage, the cabbage man ripped off all the tubes that were monitoring some of his vital functions. As the machines bleeped in confusion, the cabbage man leapt from the bed and knocked over a few nurses who'd been watching him in horror.

"MR. CABBAGE! STOP!" the doctor shouted.

The cabbage man ignored him and burst through the door into the hallway. He ran down the hall, knocking down carts, people, and cups of latte. He yanked open the heavy metal door that led to the stairs and started to ascend.

"MR. CABBAGE! COME BACK!" the doctor shouted again, beginning to chase after the cabbage man.

The cabbage man burst through a final door and found himself on a rooftop. He stood over the edge and gazed down at the busy city streets. Just a jump, a leap, all his misery might be over. He could go to that great cabbage garden in the sky.

"MR. CABBAGE!" The doctor joined him on the roof. "Don't do it."

The cabbage man gazed back at the doctor and started to laugh hysterically.

"You don't have to end your life like this. There is a cabbage substitute. It tastes like the real thing."

The cabbage man blinked at him.

"And there are always papayas."

"Papayas?" the cabbage man echoed.

"Yes."

The cabbage man shrugged. "Ok."

In Azula's very red bedroom where a confused magician has fallen from the sky…

"So, you fell out of the sky?" Azula asked, her eyebrows raised far more than normal eyebrows ought to be raised.

Jet's face contorted in thought. "Well, yeah, I suppose you might put it like that, but who are you exactly?"

"That's not important," Azula insisted. "What are you doing in my room?"

"So this is your room," Jet said glancing around. "Very red. It was an accident. I was meant to go somewhere else."

"Where?"

Jet looked taken aback. "Why should I tell you? I don't even know your name."

She rolled her eyes. "My name is Azula. Now would you tell me where you were trying to go before you so rudely entered my room?"

"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to disclose that information."

"Why not?"

"My employer," Jet said simply.

"Who's that?"

"Also not at liberty to disclose that."

Azula narrowed her eyes. "What are you at liberty to disclose?"

"Honestly, not much. Nothing related to exactly what I was doing before I ended up here."

Azula chewed on her cheek. "I see. Well, then, I guess we have nothing to discuss."

"But, I can talk about other things. I mean, my life isn't just what I happen to be doing now. Did anyone ever tell you that you're very pretty?"

Azula flushed. "Get out!"

"I don't know the way," Jet said.

Azula stalked over to the window and thrust it open. She couldn't really send him out the front door. She pointed to the night outside. "Out!"

Jet looked at her with a hurt expression. "A window? That's cold."

"There's a tree. Climb."

"How lucky," Jet exclaimed. "I happen to be a very good tree climber."

"Oh, goody. NOW GO!" she all but bellowed.

Jet shrugged and climbed out the window. "Nice talking to you, Azula!" he called back.

Azula slammed the window shut so that it shook violently in the sill. "What the hell just happened?"

Deep within the Earth's Core…

"Tectonic plates?"

"Yes, fool. Must you echo my every word?"

The servant rolled his eyes.

Ozai narrowed his. "Show a little respect. You have your task, go on."

The servant left and when he was out of Ozai's earshot, he let out a long slur of various curses and vulgarity in a multitude of different languages that not many would be able to comprehend. "Tectonic plates. Like that'll work, the paranoid dweeb."

Not many people could get away with calling someone as important as Ozai a paranoid dweeb; even when not in his presence for he had many spies. However, this individual could for he was highly valuable to the man and was a brilliant negotiator.

The servant began to climb a gently sloping path and after several hundred meters he reached a magnificent metal door that was located on the ceiling. He placed his hand on the identification pad and it opened along the middle revealing a long narrow chute. The servant grasped two metal bars on either side of the chute and pulled himself up. When his feet had completely disappeared into the passage the doors closed and he could stand. A second doorway opened up behind him and led into another passage that ran parallel to the previous one. The servant walked down it and came to a caged elevator. He entered and pressed a button. The man whistled to himself as the elevator zoomed upwards with increasing speed.

"Stop at the lab," he said to no one in particular. The elevator began to slow and then screeched to a halt. "Thank you," he said as the caged doors opened and he entered yet another corridor. "I'll be right back." The servant found himself in front of yet another identification panel and he placed his hand on it. The air lock doors opened and he felt the sudden chill of conditioned air as he entered the lab.

The lab was a starchy sort of white room and was filled with ten or so scientists in black lab coats. One of them sat at a large metal desk and looked up at the servant expectantly as he entered. The servant stopped in front of him. "Well?" said the scientist.

"Ozai wants you to carry on with the sample research on tectonic plates," the servant said.

The scientist's eyebrows quickly shot up. "What? But… it's-it's hazardous to the environment; that's why we stopped, it could cause the entire city to collapse in on itself. The entire city would be buried. Millions would die or have to flee or, or live underground. What the hell does Ozai want to do that for?"

The servant shook his head and laughed. "All those destructive reasons. If you don't like it, there are a million other scientists who will take your paycheck."

The scientist bit his lip to prevent another comment from escaping his lips. He swallowed hard. "Very well then. I'll tell the chief."

The servant smiled. "Good." The servant turned and left the lab. "I'm back," he said as the elevator doors opened for him. "Take me to the surface," he said.

And that's all I've got for now. Sorry it took so long, I've had a lot of writer's block for this and it's been sucking very much. With that said, you guys can help me out if you'd like to make requests and such, but the requests should be somewhat reasonable. Meaning nothing completely vulgar. Demented, fine. Vulgar, no. So if you'd like to see just how twisted I can make something, give me a suggestion. I know I promised a while back to do requests for musicals that Toph shall sing and I did have a request for Phantom of the Opera. I still haven't forgotten, I just haven't looked up lyrics or had a chance to use them, so very sorry. With that said, I hope you enjoyed another strange chapter of this increasingly "going nowhere" story and look out for another if I ever get over this irritating lack of ideas.