A/N: I think a little bit of background is necessary, you filthy children of Lucifer! Yes, yes! Scratch your licey scalps in an effort to comprehend me MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Kay, point is, I have been absent from the puss soaked world of fanfiction for some time now due to my preoccupation with ever twirly touchy squishy poetry. So it might not be all that good to begin with. But I'm sure you're need to worship someone will be quickly filled with my own seriously hot carcass. ENJOY!
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The rooftops gleamed in the moonlight's ever present glowing gleamy…thing. So late it was, each motorised car motor remained silent, snuggling in their cosy oil permeated garages. The night was only punctuated by the regular chomping of the mechanical mannican indigenous to Harry's Prime Assmeats.
Who could have possibly known that tonight would be the night…
"Hahahahaha, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Quiiiiiiet!"
"GIR! How dare you address me as some PUNY human parent would their snivelling offspring?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!"
What would appear to the casual observer a short, rather green skinned, red-eyed person was addressing a shorter greener dog as such. (If you don't know what I'm referring to, why the hell are you reading this?!)
Gir looked up at Zim in his own darling under the brow Lady Di manner. (Silence…looks around What? Still too soon?! For the love of-)
"There's someone at the door."
Gir toddled to the from door of their commode.
"GIR NOOOOO! The plan! The coming of endless DOOOOOOM! They can't find out. What about-DIB!!!!!!"
The door had, needless to say-I mean,uh, write(?)-been flung open during Zim's. ahem, 'speech'. A young bespecaled boy with an unusually large head was gaping in the door frame.
FLASH
"NOOOOOOOOOO! You humans and your photographic evidence! Such a crude filthy race you are, GIR seize him!!"
Zim's raised arm soon came to rest by his side again. It was his turn to gape, this time at his own underling.
Gir was lying on his back, raising his head to touch his feet and reversing into an odd sort of backflip.
Zim stepped towards him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Gir looked up at him, mid flip.
"It's a full body workout. Here, FEEL MY ABS!!!"
Zim rolled his pupilless eyes. (Heehee)
"Gir if you don't get up this instant and get that camera there will be no crazy monkey show for MONTHS! So little show there shall be…"
Gir looked about him in a bewildered sort of way.
"But he's gone"
"Thanks for the picture Ziiiiiiimmmmmmmmm…" wafted in from the nearby window.
"This is most unfortuanate…"
"Weehee! I'm sweatin like an oldie!"
Kay, point is, I have been absent from the puss soaked world of fanfiction for some time now due to my preoccupation with ever twirly touchy squishy poetry. So it might not be all that good to begin with. But I'm sure you're need to worship someone will be quickly filled with my own seriously hot carcass. ENJOY!
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The rooftops gleamed in the moonlight's ever present glowing gleamy…thing. So late it was, each motorised car motor remained silent, snuggling in their cosy oil permeated garages. The night was only punctuated by the regular chomping of the mechanical mannican indigenous to Harry's Prime Assmeats.
Who could have possibly known that tonight would be the night…
"Hahahahaha, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Quiiiiiiet!"
"GIR! How dare you address me as some PUNY human parent would their snivelling offspring?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!"
What would appear to the casual observer a short, rather green skinned, red-eyed person was addressing a shorter greener dog as such. (If you don't know what I'm referring to, why the hell are you reading this?!)
Gir looked up at Zim in his own darling under the brow Lady Di manner. (Silence…looks around What? Still too soon?! For the love of-)
"There's someone at the door."
Gir toddled to the from door of their commode.
"GIR NOOOOO! The plan! The coming of endless DOOOOOOM! They can't find out. What about-DIB!!!!!!"
The door had, needless to say-I mean,uh, write(?)-been flung open during Zim's. ahem, 'speech'. A young bespecaled boy with an unusually large head was gaping in the door frame.
FLASH
"NOOOOOOOOOO! You humans and your photographic evidence! Such a crude filthy race you are, GIR seize him!!"
Zim's raised arm soon came to rest by his side again. It was his turn to gape, this time at his own underling.
Gir was lying on his back, raising his head to touch his feet and reversing into an odd sort of backflip.
Zim stepped towards him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Gir looked up at him, mid flip.
"It's a full body workout. Here, FEEL MY ABS!!!"
Zim rolled his pupilless eyes. (Heehee)
"Gir if you don't get up this instant and get that camera there will be no crazy monkey show for MONTHS! So little show there shall be…"
Gir looked about him in a bewildered sort of way.
"But he's gone"
"Thanks for the picture Ziiiiiiimmmmmmmmm…" wafted in from the nearby window.
"This is most unfortuanate…"
"Weehee! I'm sweatin like an oldie!"