"Uncle, For the last time! that plant can't be made into tea!" Zuko said, walking off to hunt for more food
Iroh whipped up a cup of the new tea, and drank it. "It's too bitter!" Iroh gulped down the rest of the tea, and threw the remaining parts of the plant into the woods.
Suddenly, the old general felt something, he shrank to about the size of a centimeter.
"Uncle! Where are you?" Zuko walked around the camp, sending Iroh flying whenever he took a step.
Iroh steadied himself, and hit Zuko with a fireblast right on the foot.
"Uncle! is that you?" Zuko bent down and picked up his tiny uncle, and then he said...
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