Disclosers:(Is that a word? Bleh)
I don't own Zim, Keef, Gir or any of the Zim related things.
They are Jhonen Vasquez's. He knows much.
Muchos Gracias to MissEgypt111!!!
She be like my favorite author and made me think about
even writing this filth!
So....read it.
For de childwen?
A large, and coincedentaly disturbing giraffe waddled painfully about the skool yard.
With a constipated look of desparation, it's massive head swung around, peering at the children,
before the beast was felled by the hordes of the horrific beasts known as teenyboppers.
Zim looked on in disgust.
Another filthy day had ended.
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Gir, the pathetically odd bit of scrap metal he was, pummeled his head with a
thunderous force against the hard cement of the path leading to Zim's abode.
It didn't yield.
Shrieking with despair, the small robot scaled the walls seperating Zim from his filthy
earth neighbors. He entered one of the homes and giggled, staring upon its inhabitant.
The woman, seemingly a morbid cross between a ham sandwich and a purple magic marker,
looked on with woe.
Gir latched on to her watermelon-sized head and refused to let go.
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Zim trudged the blissfully horrendus stretch between his base and the skool, occasionally
pausing to pelt a stupid human with a hefty rock. This brought the green child joy
and he laughed heartily at their expense. He approached his home and darted in quickly,
ignoring the robotic sire's customary cry of "WELCOME HOME, SON!"
Inside it was deathly quiet. Zim painstakingly removed his disguise and set the wig and contacts
on a strategically placed endtable. He peered around, unsure what to feel.
"Gir?" he questioned the still air. There was no answer.
z
Across the street, a large feral wolf loped gleefully about, herding a mob of skool children,
leaping upon the stragglers and promptly amputating their index fingers.
One of the 9-fingered children was Keef, and the small boy recognized Zim's
house from previous escapades. He wriggled from the burly canine's fangs
and pounded on the MENS' room door. There was no answer.
The child looked around for the little robot-dog, Gir.
The only evidence of his presence was a dent in the sidewalk and a large
stain, the kind of stain that usually accompanies tacos.
Keef shrugged half-heartedly and trotted back to the lupine dictator,
where he was presently devoured.
I don't own Zim, Keef, Gir or any of the Zim related things.
They are Jhonen Vasquez's. He knows much.
Muchos Gracias to MissEgypt111!!!
She be like my favorite author and made me think about
even writing this filth!
So....read it.
For de childwen?
A large, and coincedentaly disturbing giraffe waddled painfully about the skool yard.
With a constipated look of desparation, it's massive head swung around, peering at the children,
before the beast was felled by the hordes of the horrific beasts known as teenyboppers.
Zim looked on in disgust.
Another filthy day had ended.
z
Gir, the pathetically odd bit of scrap metal he was, pummeled his head with a
thunderous force against the hard cement of the path leading to Zim's abode.
It didn't yield.
Shrieking with despair, the small robot scaled the walls seperating Zim from his filthy
earth neighbors. He entered one of the homes and giggled, staring upon its inhabitant.
The woman, seemingly a morbid cross between a ham sandwich and a purple magic marker,
looked on with woe.
Gir latched on to her watermelon-sized head and refused to let go.
z
Zim trudged the blissfully horrendus stretch between his base and the skool, occasionally
pausing to pelt a stupid human with a hefty rock. This brought the green child joy
and he laughed heartily at their expense. He approached his home and darted in quickly,
ignoring the robotic sire's customary cry of "WELCOME HOME, SON!"
Inside it was deathly quiet. Zim painstakingly removed his disguise and set the wig and contacts
on a strategically placed endtable. He peered around, unsure what to feel.
"Gir?" he questioned the still air. There was no answer.
z
Across the street, a large feral wolf loped gleefully about, herding a mob of skool children,
leaping upon the stragglers and promptly amputating their index fingers.
One of the 9-fingered children was Keef, and the small boy recognized Zim's
house from previous escapades. He wriggled from the burly canine's fangs
and pounded on the MENS' room door. There was no answer.
The child looked around for the little robot-dog, Gir.
The only evidence of his presence was a dent in the sidewalk and a large
stain, the kind of stain that usually accompanies tacos.
Keef shrugged half-heartedly and trotted back to the lupine dictator,
where he was presently devoured.