Zim
This was madness. MADNESS!
I was not made to be a good drone. I was predestined to be an Invader!
And the Tallests DARE to send me to this WRETCHED planet of grease and space filth...
The oil from the vats wafted as most into the air, clinging to my magnificent skin and making it slick and itchy, not to mention how often I would have a breakout.
It was infuriating and I just wanted to blow the whole damn place up...
But then where would I be?
Send to the courts to determine the best course for deactivating me? No!
I would live on! And I would reclaim my fame as an Invader soon, the Tallests failed to realize that I was their biggest asset, without me the mission would be futile!
And their new plans for Impending Doom II...
Oh how I longed to be a part...
But of course as I was packing my bags and getting ready to go, I felt the shift in gravity...
Lo-and-behold...
"The Foodening has begun!"
