Amon

you're on the stage, head wraped in something like potato sack and you're handcuffed. you can hear someone Fire bending and pass out. you knew that you're cooked. it's your turn and they take off your the potato sack off your head and there's Amon, he took others bending. with your small stupid brain, you say: "Um.. I'll marry you...! for politics so don't take my bending. plus I'm single and young and virgin and do housework and beautiful and if you care so... will you? heheh...