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Finally the boat arrives in the bay of Ba Sing Se. “The great wall is something to behold as a tourist rather than a conqueror” said Iroh.
“We’re not tourists,” said Zuko. “We’re freeloaders, trying to witchhike off of an idiot like Jet.”
“Zuko don’t try to use profanity, let's forget about Ba Sing Se and get massages,” said Sokka
“Aang, will you give Zuko a massage? It will help him calm down.” Iroh was good at making requests. It sounds like Zuko made poops when Aang got near to try and massage him.
“I knew it, Zuko IS constipated,” Toph said.
Zuko blushes in philosophy and beauty AND truth. And the real truth was, Zuko DID want a back massage, but if Aang got close to him, he felt like it was about to be a fight. No way could he relax with his former enemy acting all friend-like. But this was no longer a smack down, Zuko forced himself to be still.
“Aang, I promise I will stop making poops when you come near me, please can you massage my back cause it hurts from being in that flower pot for so many hours.”
“Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait,” said Sokka. “You were in a flower pot? Awright, time for another campfire story, everyone gather around. Zuko’s telling a scary story about him and a flower pot.”
Zuko wasn't sure if Sokka was making fun of him, but he didn't want to disappoint the Aang Gang so early into their alliance.
“It all started with Iroh’s old man club. A bunch of flower sniffers, if you ask me, but they did get us here safely. We were being pursued by a couple of bounty hunters, and then Uncle’s friend invited a bunch of club members for a meeting that lasted all night in the back of a flower shop. All I had for dinner was a flower petal. They brought out some huge flower pots, and we got into them. Then they poured dirt and planted a–a flower on my head.”
“Wow, then what happened,” said a random old man close by who was swabbing the deck.
“Get out of here, scrub,” said Toph.
“Shuffle on, I gechya, no more need for Old Swabby.”
“Anyway, then we got carried to… well I didn't know where I was going then, but when Uncle and I got out of the flower pots, we arrived in full moon bay.”
"Now where is my massage at," thought Zuko.