Big Pimpin', part 4.
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tavalya_ra, the next installment of Avatar: Big Pimpin'!
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“… and so, I have found that his sister is far easier to train in the ways of pimping,” Iroh said as he poured the blind earthbender’s tea.
“Yeah, but now Katara’s started shouting, ‘WHERE MY BITCHES AT?!’ in her sleep,” Toph complained.
“She will get past that soon enough,” the old firebender said. “Why, when I first began…”
The pimpmaster’s story was to be a mystery left to the ages, for a weary, bruised Sokka entered and plopped down in the seat next to Toph. “Good news, three women! Who will kiss each other! Bad news, they’re all crazy,” the water tribesman said. “And if I ever have to give another foot rub, so help me, I’ll…”
There were a clatter of dishes and heavy footfalls from the back of the store. The trio turned just in time to see the Avatar gracefully leap over the counter and the fire prince making his way around the counter with significantly less grace. Katara, her trademark pink pimp hat perched on her head, was following the prince, shouting, “WHERE’S MY MONEY, BITCH?!”
“Come on, Katara,” Aang urged, “I was just trying to find the true spirit of pimping!”
“In Zuko’s pants?” the waterbender asked skeptically.
Aang shrugged. “Where else would it be?”
“I really hope that wasn’t going to be part of my training,” Sokka muttered to himself.
There was a thud, and Zuko was pinned against the wall by the pimpin’ waterbender. “Uncle, tell your… ‘apprentice’ to stop this nonsense!” he demanded.
Iroh shook his head and made his way towards the counter. “While I understand you are only following the laws of pimping, apprentice, I must ask you not threaten harm upon my family while in my shop,” he said. He clapped a hand on the waterbender’s shoulder and said, “Come, tea on the house to cover my nephew’s indiscretion.”
Katara released the prince. “All right. You get off this time, but watch yourself!” she warned Zuko.
As the old pimpmaster and his apprentice walked away, Aang crept up to Zuko and whispered, “So, try it again?”
“Not tonight,” was the answer, “I have a headache.”
tavalya_ra, the next installment of Avatar: Big Pimpin'!*
“… and so, I have found that his sister is far easier to train in the ways of pimping,” Iroh said as he poured the blind earthbender’s tea.
“Yeah, but now Katara’s started shouting, ‘WHERE MY BITCHES AT?!’ in her sleep,” Toph complained.
“She will get past that soon enough,” the old firebender said. “Why, when I first began…”
The pimpmaster’s story was to be a mystery left to the ages, for a weary, bruised Sokka entered and plopped down in the seat next to Toph. “Good news, three women! Who will kiss each other! Bad news, they’re all crazy,” the water tribesman said. “And if I ever have to give another foot rub, so help me, I’ll…”
There were a clatter of dishes and heavy footfalls from the back of the store. The trio turned just in time to see the Avatar gracefully leap over the counter and the fire prince making his way around the counter with significantly less grace. Katara, her trademark pink pimp hat perched on her head, was following the prince, shouting, “WHERE’S MY MONEY, BITCH?!”
“Come on, Katara,” Aang urged, “I was just trying to find the true spirit of pimping!”
“In Zuko’s pants?” the waterbender asked skeptically.
Aang shrugged. “Where else would it be?”
“I really hope that wasn’t going to be part of my training,” Sokka muttered to himself.
There was a thud, and Zuko was pinned against the wall by the pimpin’ waterbender. “Uncle, tell your… ‘apprentice’ to stop this nonsense!” he demanded.
Iroh shook his head and made his way towards the counter. “While I understand you are only following the laws of pimping, apprentice, I must ask you not threaten harm upon my family while in my shop,” he said. He clapped a hand on the waterbender’s shoulder and said, “Come, tea on the house to cover my nephew’s indiscretion.”
Katara released the prince. “All right. You get off this time, but watch yourself!” she warned Zuko.
As the old pimpmaster and his apprentice walked away, Aang crept up to Zuko and whispered, “So, try it again?”
“Not tonight,” was the answer, “I have a headache.”
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Date: 2006-10-15 03:17 am (UTC)“Come on, Katara,” Aang urged, “I was just trying to find the true spirit of pimping!”
“In Zuko’s pants?” the waterbender asked skeptically.
Aang shrugged. “Where else would it be?”
Obviously. Why did she even ask?
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Date: 2006-10-15 03:33 am (UTC)Heee, Zuko used the headache excuse!
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Date: 2006-10-16 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-16 01:11 am (UTC)