#on target

Back, back in the before times, back before there was even dial-up the fan tribes were scattered wide across the land and across the oceans. The only way to trade and exchange their knowledge was through images and words pressed upon fragile paper. Weeks or even months could pass endlessly hungering for even the merest morsel or crumb of community news. And then at last after endless, bitter days of lamenting the emptiness of the accursed box, a new carefully stapled bundle borne by the hand of a courier would finally arrive. And oh, the incandescent joy.

Once he had me where he wanted me, he unzipped and made me service his weapon, firing off every round until he was empty.

Sokka realizes they have been talking about different things, and also that his joke might have been a bit on-target.

“This was probably the slowest vehicle in existence with the exception of a donkey cart.”

In short, your honor, I am in love with him. Movie Court is hot and I want to take him home to rest, but book Court I also wanna take out for drinks and then take him anywhere he feels safe to cuddle him for about a week.