The Beginning
Disclaimer: Zim, Red and Purple belong to Jhonen Vasquez!All other characters (so far, anyway!) belong to me.
Zim- I love you cold, unfeeling robot arm!
The cold, unfeeling robot arm frantically shakes Zim off. Zim, irritated, tries to hold on but he fails. Zim is hurled off and into a small chute thingy. Zim falls and eventually falls into a soft pile of clothes? Zim is quickly buried as more clothes fall on top of him from an even higher level. Zim tries to get out but is stuck.
Purple- Hey, Red! It's your turn to do the laundry!
Red mutters to himself.
Red- Fine. But, you're ordering dinner, Purple!
Purple- Fine!
Red grabs the giant basket of laundry and carries it over to the utility room. All of a sudden, the clothes start moving!
Red- Aahh!
Red backs up as he sees something come out of the basket.
Red- It's, it's- Purple come here!
Purple talks to Red from another room until he comes in.
Purple- What is it, now? You know you're supposed to put the clothes in the washer, turn the dial to fourty-five minutes, put ΒΌ a cup of soap in, and close the lid. How many times do I have to go over that with-
Purple stops as soon as he sees what Red saw. Laying on top of the clothes is a tiny Irken smeet.