Due to a little incident (i.e. Our computer teacher was out which meant no internet.), The Plaid Hatter couldn't post this herself. So, she hired me, PhantomAlchemist, to post it for her. I'm sure she'll make a much crazier author's note when she can get on, but for now, she wanted me to say that this story is based on one time when she was waiting forever on a stupid baked potato. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Plaid Hatter does not own Avatar or any of the characters (though I know she's dreamed it a million times and does claim to have Aang in her non-exsistent basement).

"You and I come from two different backgrounds. I, from a posh life of royalty, and you, from a simple dirt farm. We are both men, we are both noble, but one of us was born to only follow. It's just nature.

"Of course you're fighting this, it's only human, but your rebellion is pointless. No matter how much your efforts seem to benefit you, you will fail. So give up this pointless fight and give in to your destiny. I am the Fire Lord, and you shall bake. It is my will..."

The flames rose high enough to lick the ceiling. Outside, the sky went crazy with lightning, and somewhere miles away a tsunami destroyed a small village, but the potato in Fire Lord Ozai's oven did not bake.

Ozai smirked, "Foolish potato, there are many ways to break a man's will."

Across the kitchen, Prince Zuko sat with his bowl of noodles - a logical meal.

"For Christ's sake, Dad, it's a potato!"

"Rule number one of being the Fire Lord, let no one better you, not even a potato."

"Why did you even bring me down here? This is embarassing!"

"Shush, I'm waiting for the potato to plead for mercy."

"I don't even see how you think you can eat that with chopsticks."

"Shush!"

A spell of silence lingered in the kitchen as the great Fire Lord chuckled maniacally over the slow cooking potato. Zuko, still nibbling on his noodles, sat in his corner almost wishing that the avatar would put his father out of his misery soon.

All was silent and stayed silent until-

"Finally! You. Are. Mine!"

Ozai, in all of his flaming glory, held his trophy high for all to see. Clutched proud in his hands was a shrunken, black potato.

"That thing stinks so bad, Dad!"

"Yes," Ozai took a bite from his potato, "but it tastes like victory."

Hope you enjoyed it. Review and maybe she won't kill me for that disclaimer.