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When the little boy masquerading as Fire Lord is defeated, the uprising that takes him down will rip off his mother's head before his eyes.
And I'll laugh.
And I'll laugh.
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Azula.
I don't care how upset or angry you are-- there's no excuse for such vile talk.
Apologize to your brother.
Apologize to your brother.
Man, you're full off the rails nutty. That's hilarious.
Out of what? I'm nowhere near you.
But she should, and as her mother, I will remind her of that.
Out of here! Out of this entry!
We can't do anything for her anymore. She doesn't want it.
She doesn't! How am I supposed to help someone that won't even admit we're related?!
That's right, run along with your headless mommy.
I know. I'm not contesting that.
I don't want to see you hurt-- by this, or anything else.
I don't want to see you hurt-- by this, or anything else.
Why don't you just learn to stop letting off your anger in crazy ways and makin' insane proclamations?
No matter how many times you say that, it won't be true.
WHY DIDN'T FATHER KILL US?!
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