AN: ok... so... i'm really bad at humor and fluff. xD i can only write angst... ;; sigh i'm rarely inspired to write fluff SOOOO... i'm putting them ALL in one place. right here. enjoy you little stink muffins! .
Its Called Oat Meal
By Gedatsu-Kitteh
Zim poked the dirt child in the tummy and 'Squee-ed'.
"Hee hee. The Dib is squishy like morning poop food." The alien giggled and poked Dib's poor little sore tummy once again.
Dib was sure the little alien had accidentily taken drugs or ingestited something that didn't agree with his brain. Dib sighed and rolled his eyes heavily.
"Its called OAT MEAL."
Zim looked away and flicked his wrist dismissivly. "Ote meel, poop, same spit! They BOTH taste like dirt!"
Dib's eye twitched involuntarily. "I'm not even going to ask how you know that."
Zim crossed his arms and 'Hmmf-ed'. "Zim is just full of knowlege your pitiful hyu-man mind couldn't even attempt to fabricate."
Dib sighed and hung his head in defeat. Soon biology class would be over and he would have peace for a period or two. He rubbeed his eye lids groaning. "You're SO annoying..."
Zim chuckled and inspected his nails. "Heh... yes, yes. ZIM is TRUly amazing..."
Dib lifted his head and blinked at him. If anyone confused Dib it was Zim. The little alien was so... odd. Not to mention selective about the amount of reality he accepts. Zim felt Dib's stare and glanced up from his nails, cocking a non-existant eyebrow at the boy.
"Whaaaaat?"
Dib sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"...Nothing"