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[You know the quiet on the train can't last forever.
What was once relative calm silence is broken by a very loud, rather highpitched and childish scream.
And it's not Zashi for once.
Poor Zuko is standing in a car, having just come out of the one behind it, quite shrunk and suddenly much too small for his clothes, his long hair hanging loosely to his shoulders.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen.
Zuko Lee has been turned ten years old.
Torment him. Or help him. Your choice. Either way he's going to be flipping the hell out.]
What was once relative calm silence is broken by a very loud, rather highpitched and childish scream.
And it's not Zashi for once.
Poor Zuko is standing in a car, having just come out of the one behind it, quite shrunk and suddenly much too small for his clothes, his long hair hanging loosely to his shoulders.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen.
Zuko Lee has been turned ten years old.
Torment him. Or help him. Your choice. Either way he's going to be flipping the hell out.]