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Book 10.5: Aang Meets the Fourth Wall
Jan. 25th, 2013 11:59 pm[Aang was not a happy nomad.
Actually he was feeling relatively in good spirits. His depression was curbed for the time being after drinking some unique mix of special calming teas which may or may not have somehow been spiked with just a hint of cactus juice.
It was when he was trying to meditate outside the back of House 56 when his frustrations began. There was just so much... noise. Noise, noise, noise. Like there was a party near his house. Where did all these people come from?
Eventually, Aang had enough. He rushed around to the front of the house and perched himself on the Sokka head statue to address the crowd.]
Hey! What's with all the noise?!
[The fourteen-year old monk clears his throat.]
Sorry. I mean.. Can you keep it down a little?
Actually he was feeling relatively in good spirits. His depression was curbed for the time being after drinking some unique mix of special calming teas which may or may not have somehow been spiked with just a hint of cactus juice.
It was when he was trying to meditate outside the back of House 56 when his frustrations began. There was just so much... noise. Noise, noise, noise. Like there was a party near his house. Where did all these people come from?
Eventually, Aang had enough. He rushed around to the front of the house and perched himself on the Sokka head statue to address the crowd.]
Hey! What's with all the noise?!
[The fourteen-year old monk clears his throat.]
Sorry. I mean.. Can you keep it down a little?
