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fandomtownies2007-12-07 01:18 am
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Post Office, Friday
After Sokka had come in and gotten set up -- spiffy postal hat, check; stamps, check; "please ring bell for service" bell, check -- he found himself with nothing to do. Again. So he lay down behind the counter and took a nap.
He was woken by a low rumbling coming from the back room. He went to investigate, and found -- to his complete and utter surprise, of course -- that the weird noises were coming from the Sorting Engine. Sokka shrugged and let out a sigh, and, as if on cue, the Engine coughed out a flurry of envelopes.
The envelopes were all identical -- they all said "DEAR Current Resident, YOU MAY ALREADY HAVE WON 1 MILLION DOLLARS!!!" across the front. Grinning, Sokka set to opening them and trying to follow the overly complex instructions to fill them all out and mail them back in.
He was woken by a low rumbling coming from the back room. He went to investigate, and found -- to his complete and utter surprise, of course -- that the weird noises were coming from the Sorting Engine. Sokka shrugged and let out a sigh, and, as if on cue, the Engine coughed out a flurry of envelopes.
The envelopes were all identical -- they all said "DEAR Current Resident, YOU MAY ALREADY HAVE WON 1 MILLION DOLLARS!!!" across the front. Grinning, Sokka set to opening them and trying to follow the overly complex instructions to fill them all out and mail them back in.
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