apparently, even the mighty and terrifying amon can't figure out how to deal with this kid. he can only stand his ground, turn his head to the side, and try not to pass out.
congratulations, meelo, you've come closer to defeating amon than anyone else in the series so far.]
[okay, this has gone far enough. Amon's hand flits out like a snake and grabs Meelo by the skull, holding him at face-level. behind his mask, Amon's eyes glare at Meelo with something approximating frustration.]
I am not smiling.
[it would be so easy to put the boy in his place... but what's he going to do? hand tenzin his son and say "I took your boy's bending after he farted in my face"? no. a man has to have some pride. instead, amon sets the boy down, surprisingly gently.]
Go back to your father. Tell him that today I have decided to be merciful. [if nothing else, the knowledge that his son came this close to "equalization" should scare old tenzin quite a bit.]
[ he's on a roll here. he's having a field day with am--whooOooOooa.
meelo just continues to fight like the badass motherfucking bender he is. fighting meaning flailing around clumsily. cartoony sound effects and all. ]
No way. You and me! We aren't finished yet! I got a score to settle with you!
[ yeah it's personal, man. a deep brewing grudge he has held for amon since all of five seconds ago.
suddenly.
stares deep into amon's cold villainous eyes and he freezes.
horror washes over his expression. sheer and utter terror. like he is gazing into the soul of some horrific monster and has finally--brrprpplleprpprple.
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dammit.
meelo.
HE CAN'T EVEN PINCH HIS NOSE, YOU ASSHOLE.
apparently, even the mighty and terrifying amon can't figure out how to deal with this kid. he can only stand his ground, turn his head to the side, and try not to pass out.
congratulations, meelo, you've come closer to defeating amon than anyone else in the series so far.]
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oh no, he isn't finished yet.
that half eaten dango he just finished off moments earlier had been stored for months. just for a moment like this.
or actually he just got hungry and supper totally wasn't happening tonight. ]
Look what I can do!
[ flies over amon's head in a smelly gust of pure legit wind but mainly his own awful flatulence.
and tries to bop him in the head with his foot. ]
You sure smile a lot!
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I am not smiling.
[it would be so easy to put the boy in his place... but what's he going to do? hand tenzin his son and say "I took your boy's bending after he farted in my face"? no. a man has to have some pride. instead, amon sets the boy down, surprisingly gently.]
Go back to your father. Tell him that today I have decided to be merciful. [if nothing else, the knowledge that his son came this close to "equalization" should scare old tenzin quite a bit.]
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meelo just continues to fight like the badass motherfucking bender he is. fighting meaning flailing around clumsily. cartoony sound effects and all. ]
No way. You and me! We aren't finished yet! I got a score to settle with you!
[ yeah it's personal, man. a deep brewing grudge he has held for amon since all of five seconds ago.
suddenly.
stares deep into amon's cold villainous eyes and he freezes.
horror washes over his expression. sheer and utter terror. like he is gazing into the soul of some horrific monster and has finally--brrprpplleprpprple.
a look of relief.
followed by a tired smile. ]
I did a doodoo.
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In... deed you did.
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anyway. now that he's on his own two feet he's gonna go back to his father, tell him that amon was mercf-- ]
I gotta wipe my butt now. Bye!
[ barrels off on a gust of rank wind. ]
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I think need to go lie down for a while.
[or not.]