It was a dull, cloudy, normal day at school. His fascination with drawing aliens and deformed babies hasn't let down, the teacher's sarcastic remarks to the students sharp as ever, and the loud rumble of the "tough ghetto" kids in the back of the
classroom never subsiding. Yep, a normal day alright. Nothing out of the ordinary. Or so Dib thought, as he finishes drawing his alien baby, and pulls the hidden headphone in his sleeve away from his face and raises his hand. "Can I use the bathroom?"
he dully calls out, not waiting for Mr. G to acknowledge his hand being raised."Hall pass." Mr. G says as he points to the hall passes thrown against the chalkboard ledge by the door. Dib closes his notebook on his desk as he gets up and slowly walks
towards the door, grabbing a hall pass as he exits. Walking down the hall towards the bathroom, he receives the usual dirty looks he's become so accustomed to from the few students roaming the halls on their way to wherever. He lowly chuckles to
himself as they pass. Yea, I've never gotten that look beforehe thinks to himself. As he reaches the bathroom he pulls a red bic from his pocket, letting the door fall closed behind him. He leans against the sink in the back of the dirty room, pulling the rollie
cigarette that was hidden by his hair from behind his ear and lights it. As he smokes his rollie, he reads the marks drawn with black sharpie on the bathroom stalls. Collar Doggers roam free. Mnugget is a fag. A+K 4eva. The same words he always
mindlessly finds himself staring at as he comes to have his 3rd period boagie break. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud annoying flush of a toilet bowl, a random guido opening the stall door following. "You got an extra cigg man?" The zitfaced,
overly tan kid with the short spiky hair asks. "I got rollies." Dib says, pulling a bag of bugaler from his pocket. "Nahh, forget that shit man." was the kids response as he waves Dib off in annoyance and walks out the door. "Fine, be an unappreciative
bastard. More tobacco for me." he says allowed to himself. He continues smoking his cigarette, lost in his thoughts about the world. This world, where everybody is a clone copy of one another and how he wishes there could be some form of change.
Something to end it all, and start anew. These thoughts continue as he stares at himself in the dirty mirror. A boy about 5'9", black, unspiked mohawk, glasses, black Ufos, and a nirvana tee shirt stares back. "Ow!" The rollie has been smoked down to
the point of burning the two fingers that held it, causing him to drop it. He quickly picks it up, pushes open a stall door, and tosses the butt into a toilet. He walks out of the bathroom, up the hall, heading back to class. He was about 20 feet away when
he noticed it. A kid. Looked about 17, his own age. But, he seemed a bit odd. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, however. The kid looked normal for the most part (excluding the pink and black shirt and the 1950s slicked back hair style). It was more
like a sense he had. Just a feeling. The kid gave off a strange aura. But Dib shrugged it off as he continued walking, noting the strange kid walking into his classroom. He reaches his class finally, walking across the room as the teacher introduces the new
transfer student. He sits down at his desk, resting his head back on his hand with the headphone hidden inside his sleeve, and observes. As he watches the student, he notices his nose. It looked a bit deformed, being smaller than a normal nose, barely
even visible. Then he notices the skin. The kid's skin is a pale green. He thought maybe it was just the lighting at first, but Mr. G's skin wasn't green and they were standing right next to each other. Barely paying attention to what Mr. G was saying, he
learns the green kid's name is Zim. After a minute or so, which for some reason seemed like longer, the teacher assigned Zim a desk. There was an empty desk in the front row at the right of the classroom in which he sat. Huh, a green kid with a deformed
nose. And a weird name. And a pink shirt. And an old school hair doo. Maybe he's an alien, hahaha.Ironically, the song "No One Wants an Alien" by The Wipers started playing as these thoughts crossed his mind. Across the room, Zim stares at Dib. He noticed
Dib staring at him a bit oddly while he was standing. Then again, everybody was giving him odd stares. A few chuckles, and kids teasing under their breath. But Dib's expression. Dib's seemed a bit different for some reason. It was almost like he knew.
There's no way anybody could possibly know. I haven't made any suspicious moves!Zim thinks to himself. Zim was right. Dib didn't know. Not yet, anyway.
Finally, the bell rang, and everybody rushed out of their seats, into the hallway. As usual, Dib is last to leave, being he's almost always falling asleep in his classes. Zim was also still in the room with him. He seemed startled by the obnoxious crowd he
saw swarming the hallway, almost hesitant to leave the classroom it seemed. Dib walks up behind him, waiting for him to exit. "You know, I can always push you if you don't feel like moving out of the way." Dib spoke in an annoyed tone at the funny
looking green kid. Zim turns around to face him, a look of confusion and worry in his eyes. "Th-They-they-they… they're hideous! Why are they screaming, and laughing, and jumping on one another, and running, and, and… Ugh!" he finishes his ramble
with a disgusted sound. "You act like you've never been inside a high school before," Dib laughs, with a smirk on his face. "I don't know where you're from, but I don't imagine any high schools being much different from this." He pushes past Zim as he
finishes his statement, walking into the noisy crowd of stupid teenagers. Zim follows him. "I don't know where I'm going." He says to Dib. Dib eyes him. "Well uh, this is lunch period. Just follow me, cause that's where I'm going." So they rush along with
the crowd, into the lunch room. Dib sets his bag down on an uncrowded table, a table where a few nerds and geeks sat. Although Dib wouldn't consider himself a nerd. He was just more of a loner. Didn't find anything appealing about the ignorant
student body at his school, let alone the ignorant people of, well, everywhere. So he always sat at the quietest, least crowded table he could find. "Watch my bag." he says to Zim as he sat down. With that, Dib went up to the lunch line to grab a burned
chicken patty, a chocolate milk, and a salad. As he was on line, Zim took it upon himself to search through Dib's bag. "A pen, an eraser, garbage, junk, junk, junk. Nothing of use to Zim," he spoke aloud to himself. The three other kids at the table eyed
him. One kid even looked scared. He noticed the stares. "What?" Zim asked annoyed, but curiously. "Who were you just talking too?" A ginger boy with a retainer and glasses spoke, with his crackly voice. "Can't a guy talk to himself in peace! Sheesh,
already this planet is starting to bug me." "Planet?" Another kid with a bowl cut asked. "School." Zim replied quickly. "Yes, that's what I meant, school." An awkward silence occurred. "Now leave me alone!" Zim turned back and zipped the bag, sliding
down to the further end of the table away from the annoying human aliens. Dib arrived finally, and sat all the way at the far end of the table, across from Zim's side. Putting his headphones in his ears, he grabbed his bag closer and begun eating his meal
rather quickly. Zim slides down even more so he can face him. This human didn't seem as repulsive as the rest. "So tell me huma- umm, boy, is this not a facility of learning?" Zim asked curiously, while raising one eyebrow, his chin resting in his hands
clasped together, held up by his elbows. Although Dib noticed him talking, he couldn't hear him because of his headphones. Rather than take them off, however, he just continued staring at Zim while eating his food. "It doesn't seem like one." Zim
continued. "These people are acting way too… oh, what's the word… SCUMMY! ABNOXIOUS! REPULSIVE!" Zim exclaimed, pointing his finger into the air. He stared at Dib, waiting for a response. "Uh-huh" Dib said mindlessly, completely unaware of what
the other had just said. Zim raised an eyebrow, finger still raised in the air, surprised by the dull, seemingly unaware response. Zim wasn't used to being ignored. He craved attention, despite the fact that he was an alien in disguise and that was the last
thing he needed. He then noticed the wires attached to the others ears. He reached over, and ripped them out. "Woaa, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Dib exclaimed. Zim narrowed his eyes. "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" The green
kid said, obviously ticked off. "What is this device, anyhow?" Zim grabbed one of the headphones and put it to his temple, where his ear should be. It was then that Dib noticed this strange kid didn't have any ears. A Green River song was playing, and
Zim flinched at the distorted tone the guy was singing in. "Hold on a minute!" Dib continued. "First of all, I don't even know you, and you're ripping my headphones out of my ears. I have them on so I don't have to endure the sound of other peoples
idiotic thoughts, you disrespectful little cunt! And you don't even have any ears! You shouldn't even be able to HEAR anything!" Suddenly, his thoughts about Zim being an alien from earlier didn't seem so farfetched. Still, that would be too good to be
true, so he didn't bother thinking anything of it. Meanwhile, Zim stared in shock at the other creatures sudden outburst, dropping the headphone from his hand. "Oh, well excuse me!" Zim said sarcastically. "But I think it is YOU who was being
disrespectful, not listening to what Zim has to say. And I'm a new student, gee, I really appreciate the warm welcoming." Dib couldn't really argue with that, being ignoring him really was a rude thing to do. He was too fascinated with the fact that this kid
didn't even have ears to really protest anyway. "Eh, I guess you're right, it was. It's just that, well, I don't really care to hear you speak. Or anyone speak, for that matter. But I really do want to ask you something. How do you hear without ears? I've
never seen another person without ears before." "Well I'll excuse your bluntness I suppose, but for your information I was in a terrible accident when I was a child, so they cut off my ears and implanted sensors in my skull, allowing me to comprehend
sound." Zim said proudly, thinking his excuse was fool proof. "Huh, I didn't know they had that kind of technology. Are you sure?" Dib eyed him with suspicion. Zim was a bit nervous now, aware that the pale white creature wasn't completely buying the
story. "Yes. I am sure." was his answer. "Oh, okay then." Dib said. Well that was easy to redeem myself. Psh, Idiot.Zim thought to himself, happy with the response. "Yea, but just don't do that anymore. You're lucky it was me you did that to, anybody else
would've beaten you up." Dib says, as he evilly smirks and grabs back his headphone. He then looked on at the three others at the table, who were mindlessly watching the scene while sipping on their milk. "Except for them. They probably wouldn't do
anything." he continued. "My name's Dib by the way." "I am Zim!" Zim stated proudly. "I know." Dib dully responded. They didn't speak much the rest of the period. Zim was busy reading some weird manual type thing, written in some weird, unfamiliar
language. And Dib was just watching the green kid, curious to why he was green, while listening to his headphones and finishing some unfinished school work, bullshitting most of the answers. The caff bell rang. Lunch was over.
"My next class is history. Take me there." Zim says. "Um, no?" Dib said laughing as he turned to Zim with an eyebrow raised. "But I don't know how to get there! This school's so big, and crowded, and full of rodents called humans." "Didn't they give you
a schedule at the office? It should say the room number and the floor of all your classes on there." "How unfriendly!" Zim protested. "What class are you going to, anyway?" "I'm going to Old English." Dib laughed. Zim tilted his head. "Why have an "old
english" class? I don't see the point in it. Dib stared at him. "Come on, you don't know what O.E. is? It's beer." "What is this "beer" you speak of." "Excuse me?" Dib had never been more confused in his life. He thought it was a joke, until looking at Zim's
face and realizing he was serious. "I saw a store earlier today with that word written in neon lights. Is it a beverage?" "Yeaaa, it's a beverage alright. Makes you feel good." Dib really was alarmed at the fact that this new weird kid had never even
HEARD of beer, never mind never consumed it. "Feel good, ey?" Zim put his finger on his chin and looked up for a moment before continuing. "You must introduce me to this, 'beer'." "I don't think it's a good idea to skip school on the first day you get
here." Dib said. "I thought you said it was a class?" "Oh brother." Dib rolled his eyes and then looked at Zim. This guy has got to be kidding me. What a moron. Eh but what the hell, might as well corrupt him now before he figures life out the hard way. This
should be fun.Dib ended his thoughts with a soft, wicked laugh. "Ok, so you wanna try beer? Then come. Better than getting drunk alone I suppose." A switch flicked in Zim's brain. "Drunk is a term for intoxication, is it not? It sounds unprofessional."
"Unprofessional for what?" Dib asked curiously. Oh, it will affect my ability to take over your planet. Can't tell him that Zim!"Hmm this… getting drunk… is it what normal people do?" he asked. "Well a lot of people do it, yea." "Then I shall get drunk!" the
alien said, while raising his finger in the air. "Well, follow me again then." That was the end of the conversation as Zim followed Dib down the stairs, through the short corridor that lead to the back exit. The back doors stay locked during school hours, but
some of the students who cut classes get there early and stick a small piece of wood between them, and it's barely noticeable. The stick was still there like usual, and Dib takes the stick out as he opens the door, Zim following, and carefully places it
back. They walk through the unkempt grass towards a dirt road called "the trails" and walk among that for several blocks. The road is secluded with trees and bushes, so no one can see back there. Empty beer cans, broken bacardi bottles, and dutch
guts cluttered the area. A homeless teenager lie asleep against a giant tree branch that has fallen to the ground, a guitar with broken strings next to him. "Geez people are so messy around here." Zim said as he looked around, studying the mess. Dib
ignored the comment. "I like your pants, they're so… flarey! and what are these thin cloth pieces hanging off them for?" Zim continues. "They aren't for anything. They're just there." Dib says. "And that thing in your ear, and your nose. Are they actually
going through your skin?" Dib looked at Zim like he was from another planet. Little to his knowledge, he actually was. "No, they don't" he said sarcastically. "They do too!" Zim shouted, widening his eyes. "Why that is the STUPIDEST thing I've ever seen.
Putting metal through your flesh. For what purpose does it serve?" "You know you're actually right." Dib responded, surprised at the observation. "It just looks cool, there is no other purpose. And as much as I hate to conform to such ridiculous things, I
sometimes do." he went on. "Huh, you know, you are really ignorant about some things. You surprised me by saying that though. "Huh! Ignorant you say? Zim is not ignorant, it is the Earth scum that are ignorant! How dare you insult my intelligence."
"Well, ignorant doesn't mean stupid, it means unaware. Like you don't even know what beer is, and you've never seen a piercing. That's pretty ignorant." It was true, Zim was ignorant to many of Earth's customs. Zim didn't know how to respond. "Grrr"
Zim clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes, letting out an annoyed huff. They finally reached the end of the trails, and turned up to walk towards the regular busy streets. They stopped in the middle of the block however, and turned to walk up the
stairs of a big grey house. They stepped inside. Zim studied the house. There was a TV, a couch, a table, some food rappers, and music playing from the computer. Kind of messy, but bearableZim thought to himself. He followed Dib into the kitchen. In the
kitchen Dib was surprised to find his sister Gaz there, with one of his beers in her hand. "Gaz, I told you not to drink my beer!" "Hey there, scum face!" Gaz said joyfully. Dib opened the fridge to find three left. "Yea like two people are supposed to get
drunk off three beers. God damn, you could have at least left some Olde English. All that's left is Ballentine, Ughh." Dib said to Gaz, his arms raised while he spoke. "Aww what, you're mad cause you can't get your new boyfriend drunk during SCHOOL
hours? tisk tisk tisk Dib, shame on you! hahahahaa." She had a little giggle fit. "So what's your name green boy, you look like an alien!" This made her laugh more. "Zim just stood there with his arms crossed and a brow raised up until that comment,
where he froze inside. "Go ahead, make fun of my deformities! You're going to die soon anyway, bahaha." was the only response he could think of. "how much beer you have again, Gaz?" Dib asked curiously. "Oh come on, only 4, I'm barely buzzed." She
said as she chugged the rest of her beer. She threw they empty can at the garbage after crushing it, it bounced off the garbage and landed on the floor. "Yea well, you always get more talkative when you drink. A LOT more talkative." Dib said, laughing
at the last part. Dib pulls two beers from the fridge, handing one to Zim, opening another with his teeth. Zim tried to do the same. "Ahh!" he yelled. "I almost broke my tooth!" "Here gimmie, I'll do it." Dib grabbed the Ballentine beer and put the top in his
mouth, doing the same as he did to his own. As Zim watched, he started picturing what it would feel like for Dib to bite him. Yep, he was a bi-sexual alien. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he took the beer back, staring into Dib's eyes quite dreamily.
Dib just gave him a weird look and shrugged it off. "Well ya gonna drink it or what?" Gaz said to Zim, who was staring down into the bottle. He took a sip. His face showed mild discomfort, but he then realized that it tasted almost familiar. It reminded him
of what they called Jippo back on the Irken planet. The Tallest were the ones who drank it mostly, being they were mindless jerks that gave out orders and were respected by all the other Irkens just because they were "taller." Anywho, Zim continued to
drink the strange, fizzy liquid. "So Dib, I'm taking my GED test tomorrow." Gaz was 16, a year younger than Dib. She dropped out of school sophomore year, the beginning of this year, because she kept getting suspended for fighting. "That's great." Dib
said. Zim studied Gaz as she talked. Her hair was purple, nothing he'd ever seen on a human before, and it looked quite unnatural. He noticed the black around her eyes which was neatly drawn to a point at the ends. He thought this was odd as well,
but he had noticed many other female humans wearing it at school. He liked her boots. They were Doc Martins, came almost to her knee, and had yellow stitching. They reminded him of his own, minus the buckles that his had. Then he noticed Dib had the
same boots as the other human in the kitchen. "Yea this is my sister by the way Zim. And Gaz, this is Zim." Zim's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Dib's voice. "Wow Dib, you actually found someone who isn't totally lame to hang out with?" Gaz
said, looking at Zim curiously. "I don't know about that heheh. The kid didn't even know what beer was. Or piercings, for that matter." Gaz looked at Zim with widened eyes. After a moment, she burst out laughing, bent over holding her stomach, almost
falling off the counter she was sitting on. "Really?" Were her next words. "Well where I'm from, we call it Jippo. And the people aren't mindless enough to do something so incredibly stupid as to 'pierce flesh'." Zim stated proudly. A bit of silence. "Well,
where are you from?" "Yea, you never did say. I wasn't paying attention when the teacher was introducing you." Dib following Gaz's sentence. "Oh so he's new?" she asked Dib. "Yea, he just got here today actua-" "I am from Poland!" Zim exclaimed,
cutting off Dib's sentence, clearly annoyed at the two for talking like he wasn't even there. "You look kinda green." Gaz replied. "Eh, maybe it's just the lighting in here." "I have a skin condition." Zim stated promptly as he closed his eyes, tilting his head
back while taking a chug of beer. "Damn Zim, first beer and you're already chugging it." Dib said, a bit surprised. Dib watched him as he drank the beer, pulled it away from his mouth, and noticed the drips of beer still lingering on the boy's green lips. He
smiled to himself. As he realized what he was doing, he quickly snapped out of his daze and shook his head, continuing sipping on is beer. "I'm ready for another! Zim cheerfully said, his free hand reaching out ready to be handed another. "Are you
alright Zim? You drank that pretty fast, and it's your first time." Dib said slightly concerned. "I told you, where I'm from, uh, I mean, Poland, we call it Jippo. I just got confused at the term you used. And really, this is nothing compared to the jippo THEY
have." Zim was quite sure this was almost like jippo. The tipsy feeling he got was almost the same. Except this jippo was making his mind a bit more foggy. "Hey buddy, I paid for it. The last one is mine. If you want more, there's a liquor store up the
block that serves to me, so I can pick it up if you want. But you gotta share it." Dib smiled slyly. Serves him? Is he their commander? Damn, he already suspects me. Better not ask questions and just go along with it.With those thoughts, Zim simply replied,
"Yea, yea, sure whatever." Dib then opens the last beer, and drinks it.
It had gotten a bit breezier since earlier when they arrived at Dib's house, so Dib grabbed his leather jacket before him and Zim headed out to the liquor store. Money wasn't a problem for Zim, as he learned what it was the day he arrived, and made his
own. He had the technology to make it exactly identical to the real thing. Dib was a bit buzzed, as for he chugged the last beer rather quickly. Plus the fact that he only weighed 135lbs. As they walked, Dib pulled his rolling tobacco from his pocket, and
began rolling a cigarette as they walked. Zim was curious. He watched Dib roll it, lick it, and then inhale it has he lit it with a mini fire making device. "Zim wants to try." He then pouted, looking to Dib with a pout and puppy dog eyes. "Pretty please?" he
continued. "Sure, I guess." Dib handed Zim the cigarette. He thoroughly examined it before putting it to his mouth, twisting it around, eyeing it with one eye open. He slowly puts it to his mouth. he inhales. "God!" he screamed, pulling the horrible thing
away from his face. A mean cough that lasted about a whole two minutes followed. "What is WRONG with you humans!" He yelled, giving Dib the death stare for giving him something so horrible. Dib just laughed, and grabbed the rollie from his hand.
"Never said you were gonna like it." Dib said to the furious, disgusted boy who stopped walking and stood with his hands at his hips. After Dib stopped laughing they continued walking. They arrived at the store. "Alright, give me five bucks." Dib said as
he reached out his hand." Zim pulls a five dollar bill from his pants pocket and slips it in Dib's hand. They walk into the store, all the way to the back. Dib opens one of the glass doors, already knowing exactly where the O.E. was. He pulled out three 40
oz's of the stuff, and handed one over to Zim. Dib walked past Zim up to the counter, Zim following him of course. He put the beer on the counter. Zim did the same. He pulled Zim's five dollars and the two-fifty Gaz gave to him, and put that on the
counter as well as the bald, greasy looking over weight man put them in black bags. "Thanks man." Dib said as he handed a bag to Zim, carrying the other two himself. They left the store. There was a moment of silence, both boys lost in their own
thoughts. What is it with this guy. He's way too weird. He gives off these vibes that are so… unfamiliar… He's green. Polish people aren't green. Oh wait, he has a skin condition, duh. Or he could be lying….The silence was interrupted when Dib spoke aloud, "Are
you an alien?" ….. There was complete silence once again. Zim went wide eyed. Oh crap, he's figured me out. Damnit damnit damnit, I need to convince him."Excuse me?" Zim said nervously. "I'm sorry. I know you're not, I'm just being dumb. It's just that, I
don't know, you're really weird. And not like a normal weird, like a weird weird, ya know? And plus you're green, and I've never heard of a skin condition that makes people GREEN. No ears, barely a nose, jagged teeth… But you also give off this vibe. It's
so unfamiliar, and I can't explain it. And I actually kind of LIKE you. It's really rare when I meet a person I get along with, so it actually would make a lot of sense. If you are I'm totally cool with it, I won't tell anyone. Not even Gaz!" He knows. It's all over
Zim. If this doesn't work…"Yea, I've been asked that before. My own father even went as far as bringing me to the hospital every few months for a complete x-ray and report just so he could be sure. He thought an alien came and impregnated my mother
while he was away one summer, and he would beat her every weekend because of it. 'How dare you screw an extra terrestrial while I'm on my business trip you slut!' he would scream. I fell asleep to her screams every night, then would wake up early
on Sundays so they could take me to church. So please, don't ask such stupid questions, they bring back ever so hurtful memories." Dib blinked. He didn't know what to say. he just felt like a complete asshole. "Oh, um… I'm sorry Zim." "Eh, don't get your
eggroll in a bunch, I was just kiddin with ya! HAHAHA!" Zim laughed. Dib was a bit annoyed at how bad Zim just made him feel, but couldn't help but laugh after a moment. "Boy, you're quite the story teller." Dib said, smiling. It was actually funny. For
once in his life, he finally met a person other than his sister who shared the same sense of humor. Zim was just happy that the little made up monologue distracted the pitiful human.
"Here ya go, lady." Dib said as he handed the 40 oz Gaz. "Thanks! Oh and I'm going down the trails to meet up with Jeff, so I'll see you later." She clicked her tongue and winked. "Bye!" "Bye" Dib waved, mocking her with a retarded voice and face. "Can
I borrow your leather today? Please?" Gaz said before sprinting out the door. "Yea, yea, okay." Dib handed Zim his beer to hold while he took off the jacket and gave it to Gaz. "Kay, bye!" With that she left. Dib rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind
her. He walked over to the couch, plopped down on it and turned on the TV. He put on Vh1Classics. He enjoyed 1980's metal videos while he was drunk. "So, do you drink beer every day?" Zim asked Dib. "No not every day. Just once in a while when
things start to get to me too much. Makes me forget about life." "Oh, I see." Zim said as he opened his beer, thankful it was a twist off cap this time. "I like this beer better." the green boy said smugly after taking a large sip. "Yea, O.E. is my favorite." Dib
said as he placed one leg up on the table, spreading out his arms. What am I doing? I'm supposed to be learning about the human race and its planet so I can destroy it! And prove myself to the Tallest! Instead I'm hear drinking some strange jippo juice with a
stupid alien! Well, I guess I AM learning about humans. I mean, I'm spending one on one time with one right now! The grotesque pale pink being that he is. He is kind of cute though. hehe.There was a few moments of silence between them, nothing more being
heard than the Judas Priest video on the television. It wasn't an awkward silence however. Dib noticed this comfort he felt around the little green guy, and found it quite strange. Zim moved a cushion closer to Dib, looking him up and down. Dib raised his
brow. "Uhh, yea, Zim? Don't do that." Zim looked in the peach colored boys eyes for just a moment. It caused Dib to get this feeling in his chest… this nervous feeling, but also warm. Was it butterflies? He had only met one person in his life to ever give
him butterflies, but that was oh so long ago. He didn't know what was happening, but he suddenly began to feel uneasy. He just stared back, helplessly, into the aliens eyes. Suddenly, he began to feel really sleepy. Hazy. Foggy. And before he knew it,
he lie there unconscious on his living room couch.
What the… where am I… what is this place…Dib could barely process his own thoughts. He was able to open his eyes finally, but everything was blurry. He didn't have his glasses. "Where are my glasses?" He said in a rather raspy voice, finally being able to
get his brain to somewhat function again. As he became more aware, his vision got a little better. But not much. He tried to look around, but what he made of the scene was something rather horrifying. What he had come to understand, was that he was
strapped down to a metal table, stripped bare naked with a sheet tossed over him. The metal was cold. He saw what looked like thick wires, wrapping around the ceilings, coming down the walls, stretching into the floor. He looked at his hands. They
were behind him, each wrist chained to the legs of the table. he was guessing his feet were tied up in the same fashion. He was in a state of shock. A few minutes pass, as he stare wide eyed at the ceiling, before the full impact of the situation came
crashing down on him all at once. "Ahhhhh!" He let out a piercing scream that could cause ears to bleed.
A wrench fell to the floor, a startled Zim jumping back a few feet as he heard the menacing scream from the distance. "Impossible! He should not be awake! That anesthesia I stuck him with shouldn't have worn off so quickly. Gir! Go accompany the
human at once." "I'm tomatoes!" A small, silver robot with large glowing blue eyes sang as he danced around. "Gir!" The robot stopped in his tracks. "Yes my master!" he said obediently as his eyes lit up red for just a moment. He then raced down the
hall, saying "Weeee! I'm gonna play with a human!" Dib turned his head at the sight of the tiny robot. "Ahh!" He let out another small screech, this one not as terrifying as the last. The robot stopped short right at the foot of the table. it then slowly
poked his head up, allowing Dib to see it close up. "Hi!" the silver strange silver machine said, tilting it's head as it did so. Dib stared for a moment. Finally, he was able to speak again. "C-can… can you tell me where I am exactly mister robot thing?"
Joyfully, the robot replied, "You are my master's test subject! He was experimenting on you and planning on doing more, but you're awake now! Oh well. Now you get to see what he does to you! Whooohooo!" "Ok, just what the fuck is going on here, if
you don't mind me asking. Who the fuck is your master and what does he want from me?" Dib shouted. "Are you an alien? Is he an alien? I can tell you whatever you'd like if you'd just let me out of these goddamn chains!" The robot stared at him a bit
longer. "Hmm… My name is Gir!" Dib couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the retarded robot, even under these extreme circumstances. Gir smiled. "Ok, let me ask him. You stay right here!" With that he ran out of the room, back down the dark purple hall
to find Zim. "Yes, I've successfully finished my head-explodey-dive… uh… thing… Gir! What is happening with the Dib human?" Gir smiled and gave a solute. "He says if we let him go, he'll tell us everything and anything. I told him you did experiments on
him!" Zim slapped his hand to his head, letting it slide down his face. "You fool! He knows who I am? Please tell me you didn't speak my name!" "I don't remember!" Grr exclaimed before continuing, "Is there any chicken left?" "Curse you, Gir." the alien
spoke with narrowed and exhausted eyes. He had already stripped his human specimen naked, confirming the outside anatomy of the human body he had read in a book. He WAS planning on skinning the subject, to look further into it. But now the
human was awake, and he would be screaming, and begging for his life and what not… hmm thinking about it again however, ahaha… sounds kind of fun. He thought to himself with an evil smirk. But as much as Zim hated the humans and their grotesque
planet of shit, he liked Dib. He liked this Dib thing, and did not want to hurt him too much. "Well, at least I know we're not that different. I mean, we both have a splooshglaug between our legs, so what the hey?" He spoke aloud, not really caring if Grr
was there to listen or not. "I still can't take a chance of him knowing what happened however. Gir, I want you to inject the human with this." He handed Grr a needle, attached to a tube of anesthesia. "Okie dokie!" Grr said as he scrambled to do so, then
continued singing his taco song. Once again, Dib sees the little robot waltz his way dandily over to the table he was helplessly tied down upon. His face grew of even more worry as he saw a needle in Gir's hands. "Wha-what are you doing, um, Gir?"
"Weeeeeeee!" was Gir's only response as he stabbed the needle into Dib's arm, hitting the necessary vein by luck. Before Dib even had the chance to scream again, his was out cold.