[OH SEE NOW IT'S THE PRINCIPAL OF THE THING. Sokka snatches the pieces back and shoves them into the sling on his back.] No! It's fine!

[He glares at Grell.] YOU WERE DROPPING WATER BOMBS ON ME. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CHAINSAW IT, MARCO COULD HAVE JUST MOVED. [Aww, even angry, there are definitely tears in his eyes.] You're just... you're just--

[Okay, yeah. Sokka knows he maybe shouldn't have thrown it, but COME ON. A CHAINSAW.] You're really terrible, Grell.

[Cue stomping away.]