#im zukka trash sorry

Sokka: So that’s my plan.

Zuko: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Sokka: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Zuko: It fucking sucks.

Sokka: That’s not constructive criticism.

Sokka: I actually have a black belt.

Zuko: In what, karate?

Sokka: No, from Gucci.

Zuko, talking to Sokka on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?

Sokka: You bet!

Zuko: At what temperature?

Sokka: 535.

Zuko: That’s the clock.

Sokka:

Zuko:

Sokka: 536.

Zuko: Hey, you want some leftovers?

Sokka: What’s that?

Zuko: You’ve never had leftovers???

Sokka: No, because I’m not a quitter.

Zuko: I’m a reverse necromancer.

Sokka: Isn’t that just killing people?

Zuko: Ah, technicality.

Zuko, reading out of Sokka’s journal: ‘Marry someone who looks sexy when disappointed’

Zuko: *stares in disbelief*

Sokka, smiling: See? You’re perfect.

Zuko: [Wearing Sokka’s shirt]

Sokka: Stealing from me again?

Zuko:What?

Sokka: First my heart, then my clothes…

Sokka: What’s next? My last name?

[At the boiling rock]

Sokka: We need to distract them

Zuko:Right

Sokka: What are we gonna do?

Zuko: I’m going to kill them all. That ‘oughta distract them. 

Sokka: Why are you crying?

Zuko, drunkenly sobbing: I lost Sokka

Sokka: *takes off sunglasses*

Zuko, still crying but smiling: I found you!!!

Sokka: So, on a scale of 1 to 10 how pretty do you think I am?

Zuko:Pi.

Sokka:What?

Zuko: Pi. It’s an irrational number. It’s 3.14159265… And it goes on like this to infinity.

Sokka: So basically you’re saying I’m a 3?

Zuko: I’m saying you’re infinity, Sokka.

Sokka: