TARRLOK!

[I struggle to light a match for a cigar, despite an aversion to smoking.]

Me [cigar in mouth]: C'mon, stupid matches...

[Korra attacks with firebending. I take notice.]

Me [cigar still in mouth]: Whoa!

[I dodge a fire blast so it only lights the cigar in my mouth. I proceed to grab Korra by the neck, hold her high at arm's length, remove the cigar from my mouth, and exhale.]

Me [turning to face Korra]: Thanks. I needed a light...

[Tosses her back.]