Okay, Lightweight. If I ever find out who wrote these things, I'm going to slam them into a brick wall. It's the same fourteen songs over and over again! Yeesh.
And who's this Santa guy? Sounds a little suspect if you ask me. I mean, I'm all for hand-outs, but the sees you when you're-
[Toph stops, as though stumbling over her feet.]
[Backing up, she stumbles again.]
[Toph waves her hand about and taps her foot back and forth.]
[A crackle zips across the visual of Lightweight's viewfinder and the image takes on a softer quality.]
Far from home the master of earth, with no warmth to tender her hearth. Until she reaches beyond her heart's walls, no more shall the city hear her foots' falls.
[Toph turns around, half-puzzlement and half-disgust marking her face.]