Aang got back first and decided to wait for the others, unfortunately for him, during his wait, he fell asleep. A few minutes after he did, the assassin, sparky-sparky-boom-man or combustion man got to the camp and quickly captured Aang, before he could get up. Aang was knock out while in the bag, he woke up tied up like a mummy and tied to a metal table, only his head and feet were loose. He looked to the right and managed to see Sokka in a cell.
"Sokka, There you are!" Aang yelled.
"Yeah, sorry for you getting captured, I told them where we camped," Sokka replied.
"What did they do to you?" Aang asked.
"Well they, they umm..." Sokka started.
"What, what did they do?" Aang demanded.
"They, They tickled me, okay," Sokka said.
"They did, I didn't even know you were ticklish," Aang said.
"Well I am, but don't..." Sokka started.
"WAIT, you don't think there going to tickle me do you!?" Aang asked, slightly frightened.
"I wouldn't thinks so, but maybe, why are you ticklish?" Sokka asked.
"Umm, yeah, insanely," Aang admitted, blushing.
Just then the assassin walked in and said, "Although, the fire nation paid for your life, someone else paid for you to be tortured for a while so here she is," he said as the interrogation lady walked in.
"Ah, the avatar, of all the guys I've tickled, I've never tickled the avatar," she said.
"Well you don't have to, PLEASE DON'T!" Aang begged.
"Sorry, tell me are these tootsies your most ticklish spot?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, but please don't tickle me, pleeease," Aang pleaded.
Then...
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