YOU WERE ALL around a campfire, telling scary stories in the darkness. It was currently Sokka's turn, his scary story making you bored and tired. You had scary story you wanted to tell, but you had to wait till Sokka's was over.
"—Suddenly, they heard something down the hall, in the dark. 'ooh..' it came into the torchlight and they knew the blade of wing-fun WAS HAUNTED!" He yelled, whipping out his sword and pointing it at the all of you.