General Sung: (observing from a telescope) We're doomed! (flails arms in a panic)
Sokka: (slaps general hard on the face) Get a hold of yourself man!
General Sung: (rubbing cheek) You're right, I'm sorry.
Toph: Maybe you'd like the Avatar's help now?
General Sung: (meekly approaching Aang in a timid voice) Yes, please.