one day lord torettes was just stabbing Russo

one day lord torettes was just stabbing Russo and stole all his grease to cook his chicken in

like two seconds. It was like stealing candy from a baby. Now this grease was special grease. Magic grease really. It was powerful and tangy. If you smeared it on the bridge of you

R nose, you will sneeze ten times. Dr. Sardonicus predicted that in his sixth dream. Pathetic, isn't it? Uncle John and I spoke for a whole afternoon over tea and crumpets. Rainy

days were always when Dr Sardoniicus's predictions were most accurate. I reminded uncle John of the time the Doc predicted my mother would die. It was pouring when I got that news

And when my uncle came in I knew without him saying a word that my mother was dead. Dead, just as it had been predicted. I hadn't believed it until that day.

I had always believed that my mother was immortal, that she would, in fact, outlive me and that my ghost would haunt her into eternity. But this was not to be. I was almost

a Fire Nation slave! Because the Fire Nation attacked! Only the Avatar could access her ghost!

But the water tribe has nothing to do with this story and I'm gonna leave now.

I left from the savagery. I walked, flames sprouting from my feet, explosions blasting, planets cracking, galaxies collapsing, and the universe imploded. "Byeee," I swayed my hips.