Okay, I'm only doin' this one more time, you. If no one's gonna read what I write unless it is utter purposeful CRAP (see Kingdom QUE?!? by raxzo), then I'm just gonna write that. Huh? Huh? Does that SCARE you? Does it instill fear into your withered, decayed pig heart? If so, I've done my job well.

Just read the Zim story.

One regular, normal Earth morning, in a city whose name was too freaky and bad to be spoken aloud, school began regularly enough. Small children who made strange noises walked into their badly-taught classes, not expecting anything extraordinary to occur. At least, not expecting to notice it. Two miniscule ones in particular, sitting in their dirty, dirty-filth classroom, stuck out. The first, a regular human child, (except for his irregularly sized head,) was staring across the room. His perfectly circular glasses showed two yellowish irises and no edge to his eyes, which were squinting in concentration. His black scythe of hair, sticking up like an antennae and almost entirely dark attire made the big-head boy look…just plain crazy. Of course, he was squinting to see the every move of his enemy, the second child. This one looked even stranger, what with his ear-less, nose-less, neon green face and pompadour-like hair. Odder still were his three fingered, gloved hands and dark pinkish shirt…dress…thingamajig. He looked weird. Green kid appeared to stare straight ahead, but occasionally glanced at big-head kid with his abnormally large eyes. All the bizarre, crazy craze children sat in the room for several more seconds before part of the blackboard creaked upward like a garage door, and out slunk the teacher, Ms. Bitters.

"Class!" she screamed in an old, sinister voice even though no one was really loud. "We have yet two more useless additions to the school. Please make uncomfortable the new deformities, Bri and Det."

The new two trudged in. (I made a rhymie! HEE HEE!!...I am easily entertained.)

The boy on the right had raggedy, wild, dark-blonde hair, rectangular glasses, a red shirt with gray sleeves and a crescent moon on the front, tan pants, and icy blue eyes that spoke volumes of no-wanting-to-be-here-ness, while the other lad bore a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, large, wide skating shoes, greasy brown tufts of hair and a bored expression hanging on his face.

"Um, hello." said blonde boy. "My name is Bri, and-"

"No!" interrupted Ms. Bitters. "I hear enough wretched child noise as it is! You will take your seats IMMEDIATLEY!!"

"But we don't have seats yet." Stated the brunette now identified as Det. Growling, Ms. Bitters pulled a remote control from her large desk and pushed a large red button on it. Suddenly, the tiles over the desks behind big-head kid and green kid slid back, and two wicked-looking claws came down above the children in the desks. They picked the children up by the head, pulled them into the roof, and disappeared when the tiles slid back into place.

"You were saying?" Ms. Bitters asked, as if what she had just done to the two kids didn't matter at all.

"Well, that's…unsettling." Bri said, walking to the seat behind big-head kid while Det walked to the seat behind green kid.

"Ms. Bitters? Can I try and prove to the new kids that ZIM IS A HIDEOUS ALIEN MENACE?!?" asked big-head kid, screaming the last part, and pointing at green kid.

"No, Dib. No you may not." Ms. Bitters said.

"HA!! Pitiful Dib-larvae! Your plans have failed once again because of ZIM'S amazing brain abilities!!!" screeched Zim, also standing on his desk. "Er, eh, I mean, the new disgusting Earthlings wish not to be hearing of how you insult me with you're, eh, alien-calling things that you say!! Yes!" He then sat down quietly and folded his ands together. Dib then sat down as well, putting his chin on his desk in momentary defeat. Bri and Det, on the other hand, were staring at Zim, mouths agape in surprise.

"He IS an alien…" they whispered simultaneously.

"Wha-?!?" Zim and Dib said simultaneously.

"Enough noises! Sound waves make me sick! Now, all of you sit silently of suffer DETENTION!" Ms. Bitters screamed. All the children shuddered at the mention of detention, and they shut their food-chewers and sat in a perfect stoic fashion. All except the four boys. Bri was practically hyperventilating, Dib's jaw hung slack out of disbelief that some one other than him thought that Zim was an alien, Zim was on the verge of panic because others might know that he was Irken, and Det was grinning menacingly.

Yes, just a regular, normal Earth morning.

REVIEW! Well, did you REVIEW! like it? REVIEW! I sure did. REVIEW! Now, there was REVIEW! something I wanted you REVIEW! to do, but I can't REVIEW! remember what it REVIEEEEEEEWWWWWW!!!!! was. Oh, well.

…review, please.

-raxzo