[The Avatar can't sleep. At all. The sudden change in his environment had left him suffering from insomnia. The robots kept bursting in at all hours, futilely trying to clean the acid dripping from the ceiling that was starting to eat into the floor. Aang's cubicle was extremely uncomfortable - he had half a mind to try and find somewhere to sleep outside, but it was so chaotic out there that he knew it was pointless.
Instead, he finds himself turning the communicator to video on a whim, sitting down in the office chair, his feet propped up on a desk. He opens his mouth, and instead of regular speech, he begins to sing.]
I need some sleep...it can't go on like this. I tried counting sheep, but there's one I always miss. Everyone says I'm getting down too low...everyone says "you just gotta let it go, you just gotta let it go...you just gotta let it go."[He straightens up a bit, rubbing at his eyes, he's exhausted, but another cleaning robot bursts in the office. He sighs.]
I need some sleep; time to put the old horse down. I'm in too deep, and the wheels keep spinning 'round. Everyone says I'm getting down too low. Everyone says you just gotta let it go. "You just gotta let it go, you just gotta let it go." [Aang slumps his shoulders, the last line coming out very softly and quietly.]
"You just gotta let it go." [He's having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that this place is cruel and dangerous. It's pretty depressing.]