Openin blasted of tha sun settin behind some tall rock outcroppings. Da sky is mostly cloudy n' tha cloudz reflect tha light of tha dyin sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Pan down ta show a patched up tent bein jostled bout from tha inside fo' realz. A rolled up tarp lies next ta tha tent. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sokka is inside a tent, tryin ta assemble dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sokka can be heard gruntin n' fussin bout as tha pimpin' muthafucka tries ta finish settin up tha shelter n' shit. Katara strutts up in tha frame, her back ta tha camera, wit a pile of fire wood up in her arms.

Katara Um, aren't you forgettin tha tarp?

Sokka Right, gots it ... [Tosses tha wrapped up tarp inside tha tent.]

Katara Sokka, you supposed ta put tha tarp on top of tha tent. Yo ass know, so our phat asses don't git drizzled on, biatch? [Cut ta a overhead blasted of tha two, Sokka gesturin widely as he replies ta his sister.]

Sokka Ordinarily, you'd be right yo, but seein how tha fuck itz tha dry season, you not. Besides dat tarp cook up a pimpin' warm blanket.

Katara But what tha fuck if it do rain?

Sokka [Spreadin his thugged-out arms wide up in exasperation.] What if it don't, biatch? Then I would have put up tha tarp fo' nothing.

Katara Yo ass is infuriating!

Sokka Katara, why don't you worry bout gatherin firewood, cuz dat kindlin is lookin pretty sorry bout dat bullshit.

Katara [Angrily.] Well, if you don't like mah firewood- [Throws tha sticks at Sokka whoz ass shieldz his dirty ass from tha wood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Dude standz up in anger afta tha hail of sticks subsides.]

Sokka [Angrily.] Fine by me, if you not gonna do yo' thang- [Dude tears tha tent down n' tha two stare at each other angrily as Aang approaches.]

Aang Okay, I gots tha grub if you muthafuckas gots the- [Da siblings turn away from each other up in anger wit they arms folded.] hey, wherez tha campfire, biatch? And what tha fuck happened ta tha tent?

Sokka Why don't you ask Miss Know-It-All, Biatch of tha Twigs.

Katara Oh yeah, biatch? Well, you Mista Lazy Bum, Mackdaddy of tha [Picks up n' throws a twig at Sokkaz head.] Tents muthafucka! [Sokka turns around, lookin angrily at her muthafuckin ass.]

Aang [Laughs.] Okay, listen muthafuckas, harsh lyrics won't solve problems, action will. Why don't you just switch thangs?

Katara Soundz good.

Sokka [At tha same time.] Whatever.

Aang [Grinnin while gloating.] Yo ass peep that, biatch? Settlin feudz n' makin peace, all up in a thugged-out dayz work fo' tha Avatar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. [Turns his head ta peep Momo n' Appa fightin over a watermelon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Momo continuously tries ta fly away wit it, while Appa pins it down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Aang takes tha melon n' uses airbendin ta slice dat shit. Momo seems ta be complainin bout how tha fuck he gots tha much smalla half n' Appa gots tha bigger half.] Come on, Momo, thatz fair fo' realz. Appaz gots five stomachs. [Appa smokes his half of tha melon.]

Da scene fades ta show tha crew standin on tha edge of a big-ass canyon.

Aang There it is, muthafuckas, Da Great Divide.

Katara [In awe.] Fuck dat shit, I could just stare at it forever n' shit. [Zoom backward ta show Sokka up in tha foreground.]

Sokka Okay, I've peeped enough.

Katara How tha fuck can you not be fascinated Sokka, biatch? This is tha phattest canyon up in tha entire ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.

Sokka Then I be shizzle we'll be able ta peep it straight-up clearly from tha air while we fly away.

Gan Jin tribesman [Shovin past Sokka.] If you lookin fo' tha canyon guide, I was here first!

Katara Ooh, canyon guide, biatch? Soundz informative.

Gan Jin tribesman Believe me, he mo' than a trip guide, he a earthbender, [Oblivious ta tha fact dat Sokka is behind him, mockin his muthafuckin ass.] n' tha only way up in n' outta tha canyon is wit his help, n' tha pimpin' muthafucka takin my tribe across next.

Sokka Calm down, we know you next.

Gan Jin tribesman Yo ass wouldn't be all kindsa calm if tha Fire Nation fucked wit your home n' forced you ta flee biaaatch! My fuckin whole tribe has ta strutt thousandz of milez ta tha capital hood of Ba Sin Se.

Katara Yo ass be a refugee!

Gan Jin tribesman Huh, tell me suttin' I don't give a gangbangin' fuck.

A big-ass crew of skankyly dressed playas is shown struttin toward dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Katara Is dat yo' tribe?

Gan Jin tribesman It most certainly aint son! Thatz tha Zhang tribe, a funky-ass bunch of low-life gangbangas. They've been tha enemiez of mah tribe fo' a hundred years. [Whistlez ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas.] Yo, Zhangs muthafucka! I be savin a spot fo' mah tribe so don't even be thinkin bout jackin dat shiznit son!

Zhang leader Where is tha rest of tha Gan Jin, biatch? Still tidyin up they camp site?

Gan Jin tribesman Yes Yes Y'all yo, but they busted mah crazy ass ahead of dem ta hold a spot.

Zhang leader I didn't give a fuck tha canyon guide took reservations.

Gan Jin tribesman Ha, of course you didn't son! Thatz tha ignorizzle I'd expect from a messy Zhang. So unorganized n' ill-prepared fo' a journey. [Da Zhang tribe thugz yell up in protest behind dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Katara n' Aang peep each other worriedly yo, but turn round ta peep a big-ass pile of rocks bein levitated up n' thrown away. Da canyon guide standz behind where tha rocks used ta be.]

Canyon guide Sorry bout tha wait, youngsters. Whoz locked n loaded ta cross dis here canyon?

Katara Uh, one of them, I think. [Camera pans left ta reveal tha Zhang n' tha scout.]

Gan Jin tribesman [Rushin forward.] I was here first, mah partyz on they way.

Canyon guide I can't guide playas whoz ass aren't here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. [Cut ta a wider blasted showin tha Zhang filin past tha three lil playas n' tha fumin Gan Jin scout.]

Zhang leader [Mockingly.] Guess you muthafuckas will gotta make tha trip tomorrow.

Da blasted shifts ta a cold-ass lil close-up tha scout, whose eyes twitch up in anger n' shit. Da camera zooms backward n' pans left ta reveal another tribe enterin tha canyon entrizzle area. Da scout points ta dem up in triumph.

Gan Jin tribesman Wait, here they come biaaatch! [A crew of clean, finely dressed playas is shown comin toward dem wild-ass muthafuckas.]

Zhang leader [To tha canyon guide.] Yo ass aint seriously gonna cave tha fuck into these spoiled Gan Jins, biatch? I mean we refugees too! And we've gots sick playas dat need shelter.

Canyon guide I ... uh ... well ...

Gan Jin tribesman We've gots oldschool playas whoz ass is weary from traveling.

Zhang leader Sick playas git prioritizzle over oldschool people.

Gan Jin leader Maybe you Zhangs wouldn't have all kindsa muthafuckin sick playas if you weren't such slobs.

Zhang leader If you Gan Jins weren't so clean, you wouldn't live ta be all kindsa old.

Katara [Over tha two jumpin off bout some shiznit tribes.] Well Aang, locked n loaded ta put yo' peace-makin game ta tha test?

Aang I don't give a fuck, a gangbangin' fight over chores is one thang yo, but these playas done been feudin fo' a hundred years.

Katara [Steppin forward.] All Y'all listen up! This is tha Avatar, n' if you give his ass a cold-ass lil chance, I be shizzle his schmoooove ass can come up wit a cold-ass lil compromise dat will make mah playas horny.

Aang Uh, you could share tha earthbender n' travel together?

Gan Jin leader Absolutely not son! We'd rather be taken by tha Fire Nation than travel wit dem stinkin gangbangas!

Zhang leader Us thugs wouldn't travel wit dem pompous fools anyway dawwwwg! [Da two tribes begin ta shout at each other again.]

Aang [Shouting.] All right herez tha deal, you all goin down together n' Appa here will fly yo' sick n' coffin dodgin' across muthafucka! Do dat seem fair, biatch? [Both leadaz nod up in agreement, n' tha scene fades ta show tha sick n' coffin dodgin' boardin Appa.]

Aang [To Appa.] Sorry, Appa, you gonna gotta do dis on yo' own.

Sokka Aang, dis feudin tribe shiznit is straight-up bidnizz. Is you shizzle itz a phat scam gettin involved up in this?

Aang [Grinnin broadly.] To rap tha real deal, I aint sure. But when have I eva been?

Katara Dat punk tha Avatar, Sokka, makin peace between playas is his thang.

Sokka [Dismayed.] His thangz gonna make our asses cross dis whole canyon on foot aint it, biatch? [Cut ta a overhead wide blasted of tha two tribes n' tha others.]

Canyon guide Okay, now comes tha shitty news. [Cut ta a gangbangin' frontal blasted of tha guide.] No chicken allowed up in tha canyon, it attracts [Dude make motions wit his handz ta illustrate tha skittery monstas dat might lurk up in tha canyon.] dangerous predators. [Both tribes yell up in protest.]

Gan Jin Leader No chicken?! This is ridiculous.

Canyon guide Oh, you babies can go a thugged-out dizzle without chicken, biatch? Would you rather be hungry, or dead, biatch? [Dude raises a earth pillar ta tower over tha rest yo. Dude continues, cuppin his handz ta his crazy-ass grill ta amplify his voice.] Now, our crazy asses headin down up in ten minutes fo' realz. All chicken betta be up in yo' gut or up in tha garbage!

Da Zhang tribe quickly whips up n' shoves chicken tha fuck into they grills, which standz up in stark contrast ta tha Gan Jin tribe, whoz ass smoke slowly wit chopsticks.

Aang [To tha playas on Appa.] Appaz goin ta take phat care of y'all 'till we git there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. [To Appa.] See you on tha other side, dawg dawwwwg! Yip yip! [Appa roars n' takes off. Da camera fades ta show both crewz of playas climbin down tha fuck into tha canyon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da trip guide earthbendz ta form a funky-ass bridge up in a gap up in tha path.]

Aang Sick bending!

Canyon guide Da thangz much mo' than bending, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Folks want shiznit. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. [Turns ta tha travelers.] Many of yo ass is probably wonderin how tha fuck canyons is formed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Experts tell our asses dis canyon was most likely carved tha fuck into tha ground by earth spirits whoz ass was mad salty at local farmers fo' not offerin dem a proper sacrifice.

Katara n' Sokka look up in fear as a avalanche of rocks comes fallin toward them, n' tha canyon guide earthbendz it away from dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Canyon guide Dude dat schmoooove muthafucka he, guess tha spirits is still mad salty dawwwwg! Hope you all brought sacrifices.

Cut ta a wide blasted of tha canyon floor n' tha canyon wall on tha right side of tha screen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da view pans slowly rightward before cuttin ta a cold-ass lil closer, overhead blasted of tha crew now all up in tha bottom of tha switchback trail. They have just entered tha canyon floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da guide standz up in front of tha two tribes n' tha kids. Katara, Aang, n' Sokka peep each other up in exasperation n' tha scene fades ta show dem standin all up in tha bottom of tha canyon next ta a big-ass boulder.

Canyon guide Okay, mah playas stand clear of tha wall. [Dude throws tha boulder n' destroys tha bridge dat schmoooove muthafucka had made earlier.]

Aang Why'd you do that?

Canyon guide These playas is fleein tha Fire Nation, aren't they, biatch? Gotta make shizzle we can't be followed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! We bout ta be safe now, nahmeean, biatch? [Yells out, as he is picked up by a big-ass animal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. Aang blows away tha dust ta reveal a cold-ass lil canyon crawler.]

Sokka We gotta help him! [Dude throws his boomerang all up in tha crawler, which drops tha canyon guide n' comes afta Sokka instead.] Okay, now we gotta help me! [Katara comes ta his thugged-out aid n' do a wata whip on tha crawla yo, but her ass is quickly thrown aside fo' realz. Aang jumps down n' sendz a multiple blastz of air all up in tha crawla n' drives it away.]

Aang [To tha canyon guide.] What was that?

Canyon guide [On tha ground.] Canyon crawla n' shit. [Groans up in pain.] And there be a shizzle ta be more!

Katara Yo crazy-ass arms, they broken!

Canyon guide Without mah arms, I gots no bending. In other lyrics-

Aang We trapped up in dis canyon.

Da camera fades ta show dem grouped together.

Sokka I thought tha whole point of ditchin our chicken was so we wouldn't gotta deal wit thangs like canyon crawlers.

Gan Jin leader It aint nuthin but tha Zhangs muthafucka! They took chicken down here even afta tha canyon guide holla'd at dem not to.

Zhang leader What, biatch? If there be a mah playas whoz ass can't go without chicken fo' a thugged-out day, itz you pampered Gan Jins!

Gan Jin leader I hope you horny. We stuck up in dis canyon wit no way out.

Zhang leader Why don't you fuck yo ass, chicken hider?

Aang Look, stickin together is tha only way to-

Zhang leader I aint struttin another step wit tha likez of them!

Gan Jin leader Now there be a suttin' we can smoke on.

Aang [To tha canyon guide.] Any ideas?

Canyon guide No bendng ... we need ta git outta dis canyon ... I won't take a thugged-out dirtnap down here biaaatch! I won't become part of tha chicken chain!

Gan Jin leader See biaaatch! We goin ta become part of tha chicken chain cuz of you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? [Points ta Zhangs.]

Zhang leader Sure, unjustly blame tha Zhangs like you always do!

Gan Jin leader Gladly.

Aang [Angrily.] Enough! I thought I could help you muthafuckas git along yo, but I guess thatz not gonna happen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. [Jumps onto a tall rock.] We should split up, Gan Jins on dis side n' Zhangs on dat side. We bout ta travel up in two separate lines. [Da two leadaz nod at each other n' start struttin fo' realz. Aang jumps down ta Sokka n' Katara.] Sokka, you go wit tha Zhangs n' Katara, you go wit tha Gan Jins. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. See if you can smoke up why they don't give a fuck bout each other all muthafuckin day.

They split up n' tha camera pans ta show dem struttin separately. Da scene chizzlez ta show Sokka up in tha Zhang camp.

Sokka So, you muthafuckas aren't goin ta put up yo' tarps?

Zhang leader What for, biatch? Its tha dry season.

Sokka Exactly!

Zhang leader Besides, our slick asses like ta use tha tarp as a funky-ass blanket.

Sokka [Smiling.] Finally, one of mah thugs gets dat shiznit son!

Katara is shown all up in tha Gan Jin camp, where they is puttin up tarps over they tents.

Katara Yo ass straight-up be thinkin it'll rain?

Gan Jin leader Fuck dat shiznit yo, but you can never be too careful, right?

Katara smilez n' tha camera fades ta nightfall, where they is chillin round they campfire. Da Gan Jin leader looks round n' pulls a piece of bread outta his sleeve. Katara looks stunned ta peep all tha other tribe thugz bustin tha same.

Gan Jin leader Would you care fo' some bread, Katara?

Katara So dat shiznit was you muthafuckas whoz ass had chicken!

Gan Jin leader Oh come now, you straight-up be thinkin dat tribe of gangbangas aint smugglin chicken, biatch? Why should mah playas go horny when tha sneaky Zhangs is stuffin they faces?

Katara [Hesitates.] Well, I guess itz all gravy if everyonez bustin dat shit. [Takes tha bread n' smokes dat shit.] So, why do yo' tribe don't give a fuck bout tha Zhangs so much?

Gan Jin leader Yo ass seem like a smart-ass hoe Katara, I bet you would trip off hearin some history. [Fades ta show a big-ass gate wit a gangbangin' finely dressed playa hustlin toward dat shit. Voice-over.] Da patriarch of our tribe, Jin Wei, was a earthbender warrior whoz ass was assigned a blingin duty, transportin our sacred orb from tha pimped out eastsideern gate, ta tha pimped out westside gate. Takin tha orb from tha eastside ta tha westside represents tha sunz risin n' setting. Dat shiznit was our tribez ancient redemption ritual. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. But as he approached tha gate, Jin Wei was beat down by one of tha Zhang, a vermin named Wei Jin, whoz ass looked all up in tha orb wit envy. That coward Wei Jin knocked Jin Wei ta tha ground, n' stole our sacred orb. [Camera goes back ta tha Gan Jin leaderz face.] Our playas have never forgotten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass can never trust a Zhang.

Katara glares all up in tha Zhangz camp n' tha scene fades ta show tha Zhang tribe n' Sokka chillin round tha campfire.

Zhang leader [To Sokka.] Care fo' some meat?

Sokka Would I! [Takes tha meat n' bites down hungrily.]

Zhang leader I know what tha fuck you must be thinking, we wack fo' endangerin dem hoes by brangin chicken down here.

Sokka Hm-hmm.

Zhang leader Da Gan Jin be thinkin so badly of us, they probably assumed we brought chicken up in n' decided ta brang chicken up in theyselves. Thatz why we brought chicken in.

Sokka [Still smokin.] Hmm.

Zhang leader Our conflict wit tha Gan Jin goes back over a hundred years. [Fades ta show a skankyly-dressed playa hustlin all up in a big-ass gate. Voice-over.] Our forefather Wei Jin was leavin tha westside gate of our village, when da perved-out muthafucka saw a gangbangin' git into in tha distance. Dat shiznit was a playa of tha Gan Jin tribe, Jin Wei, collapsed on tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Noble Wei Jin stopped ta help his muthafuckin ass. Jin Wei was transportin a sacred orb, a straight-up bangin relic used up in his cold-ass tribez redemption ritual. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Wei Jin tried ta tend ta tha manz woundz but Jin Wei insisted tha orb was mo' blingin, n' axed his ass ta take it back ta his cold-ass tribe. Kind Wei Jin promised ta bust help fo' tha playa as soon as his schmoooove ass could yo, but as Wei Jin crossed tha border ta return tha orb tha fuck into Gan Jin territory, da thug was arrested. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Instead of thankin his ass fo' his kind n' selfless deed, they sentenced his ass ta twenty long muthafuckin years on lockdown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. [Back ta Zhang leader.] We Zhangs aint NEVER gonna forget dat injustice.

Sokka Thatz just shitty. [Looks at her piece of meat.] Yo ass gonna finish that?

Fades ta show Aang chillin wit Momo far from both camps.

Aang Sure would be sick ta be chillin round one of dem campfires, spittin some lyrics ta stories n' laughing. Its all gravy Momo, we'll be outta here soon enough, n' then we can smoke our weight up in leechi nuts muthafucka! [Momo jumps up n' snatches a funky-ass bug outta tha air, he smokes part of it before offerin tha rest ta Aang.] Nah, I be bout ta wait fo' tha leechi nuts.

Canyon guide [Slowly approachin Aang.] Lonely aint it, bein impartial?

Aang I wish I could help these playas git along yo, but it just seems impossible fo' realz. Anyhow, I guess our freshest problem is gettin outta here.

Canyon guide I aint so shizzle tha two problems is unrelated.

Aang looks away sadly n' tha scene fades ta show tha two tribes travelin again n' again n' again up in daylight.

Canyon guide All clear, we almost ta tha other side.

Aang [Jumps down ta Katara n' Sokka.] Katara, Sokka, will these playas cooperate long enough ta git outta tha canyon?

Katara I don't be thinkin so, Aang, tha Zhangs straight-up wronged tha Gan Jins. They ambushed Jin Wei n' stole tha sacred orb.

Aang What is you poppin' off about?

Sokka Yeah Katara, what tha fuck is you poppin' off about, biatch? Wei Jin didn't loot tha orb, da thug was returnin it ta they hood gate n' was wrongfully punished by tha Gan Jin.

Katara Not punished enough if you ask mah dirty ass.

Aang [Over Sokkaz frustrated growls.] Okay, aiiight I git dat shiznit son! Now I need yo' help, I need mah playas together all up in tha base of tha canyon wall. [Dude takes off on his wild lil' freakadelic glider n' tha scene fades ta show his ass landin between tha two tribes.] Please everyone, as soon as we git outta here we can smoke n' then go our separate ways yo, but I need you all ta put yo' headz together n' git into a way up dis cliff.

Gan Jin leader Maybe tha Zhang can climb tha wall wit they long disgustin fingernails.

Zhang leader Oh sorry, I forgot dat ta tha Gan Jin unclipped fingernails be a cold-ass lil crime punishable by twenty muthafuckin years on lockdown!

Gan Jin leader Why, you dirty thief!

Zhang leader Yo ass pompous fool!

Da tribes fuckin started ta argue loudly again, accompanied by Katara n' Sokka.

Aang [Shouting.] Guys, focus muthafucka! How tha fuck nuff times do I gotta say it, biatch? Harsh lyrics won't solve problems, action will!

Zhang leader Perhaps tha Avatar is right.

Gan Jin leader Yes, like he is. [Aang grins happily at all dis bullshit.]

Zhang leader Harsh lyrics will never solve our problems.

Gan Jin leader Action will!

They both draw they swordz n' Aang yells up in surprise, as they clash they swords.

Gan Jin leader To tha dirtnap! And let dis be tha end of dis rivalry!

Aang Yo ass know, I take it back yo. Harsh lyrics aren't so bad!

Da two leadaz ignore his ass as they begin ta fight. They is evenly matched, n' continue until Aang blows dem apart wit a phat gust of air. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da two tribes go flyin backward, revealin a big-ass amount of hidden chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch.

Aang [Shocked.] Is dat ... chicken, biatch? Everyone smuggled chicken down here, biatch? Unbelievable biaaatch! Yo ass muthafuckas put our lives up in dark shiznit cuz you couldn't go without a snack fo' a thugged-out day, biatch? Yo ass be all awful! [Dude looks up in wonder at a cold-ass lil custard tart, n' his stomach growls.] So hungry. Is dat a egg custard up in dat tart, biatch? [Dude turns ta peep dozenz of canyon crawlaz approaching, n' they all try ta flee.]

Katara Oh shiiiiiiiit, thatz a shitload of canyon crawlers.

Sokka [Takin up his boomerang.] We barely survived one!

Canyon guide They're comin back fo' me biaaatch! They've had a taste n' they comin back fo' me!

Katara Sokka, wait. [Stops his ass as he runs forward.] I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit bout dis wack feud, I just want our asses ta git outta here kickin it.

Sokka Me like a muthafucka. I only took they side 'cause they fed mah dirty ass.

Da camera cuts ta show Aang fightin off tha canyon crawlers, n' soon has dem all up in a pile. Da crawlaz pick theyselves up n' target tha refugees. Though Aang, Katara, Sokka, n' tha tribe leadaz fight hard ta hold dem off, they is vastly up numbered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Aang looks round ta peep tha crawlaz smokin tha chicken outta tha bags.

Aang [Shouting.] All Y'all, peep me n' do what tha fuck I do! [Dude distracts a cold-ass lil crawla wit a piece of chicken, leaps on its back, n' throws a funky-ass bag over its snout. Da two tribes mimic him, hustlin together.] Now gangbang me biaaatch! We ridin outta dis hole biaaatch! [Aang tizzles a big-ass ounce ta tha bounce of chicken onto a stick n' uses it ta guide tha crawlaz up tha canyon wall.] Everyone, git off!

Zhang leader [Jumpin off a cold-ass lil crawler.] We made dat shiznit son!

As soon as all tha playas have juiced it up tha cliff, Aang throws tha bag back down, n' tha crawlaz follow.

Zhang leader I never thought a Gan Jin could git his handz dirty like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all.

Gan Jin leader And I never knew you Zhangs was so reliable up in a pinch.

Zhang leader Perhaps our asses aint so different afta all. [They both smile at each other n' Aang sighs up in relief.]

Gan Jin leader Too shitty we can't rewrite history. Yo ass gangbangas stole our sacred orb from Jin Wei! [Draws his sword.]

Zhang leader [Draws her sword.] Yo ass tyrants unjustly imprisoned Wei Jin fo' twenty long years!

Aang [Sighs up in frustration.] Wait a second ... Jin Wei, biatch? Wei Jin, biatch? I know dem muthafuckas!

Gan Jin leader Yes, fo'sho, we all aware of tha story.

Aang Fuck dat shit, I mean I straight-up knew dem wild-ass muthafuckas. I might not look it yo, but I be a hundred n' twelve muthafuckin years old. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I was there one hundred muthafuckin years ago on tha dizzle you poppin' off about. [Scene fades ta show tha two pimps facin each other n' shit. Voice-over.] There seems ta be a shitload of mad drama bout what tha fuck happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! First of all, Jin Wei n' Wei Jin weren't enemies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! They was brothers, twins up in fact, n' they was eight; n' most blinginly, they was just playin a game biaaatch! Da sacred orb from tha legend, dat was tha ball! And tha eastsideern n' westside gates was tha goal posts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Jin Wei had tha bizzle n' was hustlin toward tha goal when he fell tha fuck n' fumbled dat shit. Wei Jin didn't loot tha ball, he picked it up n' started hustlin it toward tha other goal yo, but da perved-out muthafucka stepped outta bounds, so tha straight-up legit put his ass up in tha penalty box. Not fo' twenty long muthafuckin years but fo' two short minutes. [Fades back ta Aang.] There was no jackin n' no puttin mah playas up in imprison, dat shiznit was just a game.

Zhang leader Yo ass is sayin tha sacred orb was straight-up a sacred ball?

Aang Nope, just a regular ball.

Gan Jin man What bout our tribez redemption ritual?

Aang Thatz what tha fuck tha game was called, redemption. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. As soon as you gots tha bizzle from one end ta tha other, mah playas would yell "redemption"! [Da tribe leadaz peep each other skeptically.] Don't git me wrong, Wei Jin was kind of a slob n' Jin Wei was a lil stuffy, dat much is true. But they bigged up each otherz differences enough ta share tha same playin field.

Zhang leader [To tha Gan Jin leader.] I suppose itz time we forget tha past.

Gan Jin leader [Bowing.] And look ta tha future.

Da Zhang leader bows back n' Aang looks at dem happily. Da scene fades ta show dem standin wit Appa.

Aang Dope ta peep you, boy. Did yo dirty ass miss me son, biatch? [Appa licks Aang as tha Gan Jin leader approaches.]

Gan Jin leader I cannot fuck you enough, Avatar.

Aang [Covered up in Appaz slobber.] Well, you know I try.

Gan Jin leader [Recoils up in disgust.] Ugh!

Fades ta show tha two tribes standin together.

Zhang leader Let our asses travel ta tha Ghetto Mackdaddydom capital as one tribe. [Both tribes cheer as they start strutting.]

Canyon guide [Hustlin forward.] I be goin too! I be sick of dis place!

Sokka Thatz some luck you knew Jin Wei n' Wei Jin.

Aang Yo ass could call it luck. Or you could call it lying.

Sokka [Flabbergasted.] What?

Aang I made tha whole thang up.

Katara [Shocked.] Yo ass did not! [In devilish admiration.] That is so wrong.

Aang Now where is dat custard tart, biatch? I be starving!