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[Click! Video. It's Toph, on a bed, with one foot (bare, of course, and dirty) resting on her knee, half-lotus style. She seems to be rubbing the bottom of it, and frowning.]
All right, this is getting just a little ridiculous. Ha, ha, very funny, Toph can't see where she's going-- I know! Let's put something really tiny in front of her door so she steps on it! She'll never notice! What a great idea!
[As she says this, she acts it out, mimicking the tone of her voice by pressing her hands against her cheeks with glee. The instant she stops talking, though, her hands drop and her expression sours again.]
[And then she holds up what looks like a little hair comb with some stylized flowers on it, etched in gold. Expensive looking, and very girly. Certainly nothing Toph would be caught dead with if she could help it.]
I don't know where any of you boneheaded jerks would get this, but if I find out who it was I'll bury you up to your neck in solid rock and leave you there. Don't think I won't do it, either! This is--
[A little hesitation. She huffs and tucks the comb away, going back to rubbing her sore foot.]
If this is a practical joke, it's not funny. And I should know, I had to put up with Sokka, and his jokes are terrible.
...
I guess if anyone wants to step forward and claim responsibility, I might go easy on you.
All right, this is getting just a little ridiculous. Ha, ha, very funny, Toph can't see where she's going-- I know! Let's put something really tiny in front of her door so she steps on it! She'll never notice! What a great idea!
[As she says this, she acts it out, mimicking the tone of her voice by pressing her hands against her cheeks with glee. The instant she stops talking, though, her hands drop and her expression sours again.]
[And then she holds up what looks like a little hair comb with some stylized flowers on it, etched in gold. Expensive looking, and very girly. Certainly nothing Toph would be caught dead with if she could help it.]
I don't know where any of you boneheaded jerks would get this, but if I find out who it was I'll bury you up to your neck in solid rock and leave you there. Don't think I won't do it, either! This is--
[A little hesitation. She huffs and tucks the comb away, going back to rubbing her sore foot.]
If this is a practical joke, it's not funny. And I should know, I had to put up with Sokka, and his jokes are terrible.
...
I guess if anyone wants to step forward and claim responsibility, I might go easy on you.