The Salle, Monday afternoon

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With loud and furious war whoops, Sokka viciously attacked things with his club. A fencing dummy, punching bags, anything that was scattered around the room. He was in that kind of mood.

...And, because he's not always all that bright, he had brought along Momo Jr. The chinchilla scampered around the opposite side of the room from Sokka and nervously chewed on the floor mats.

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