"Son, how many times do I have to say it, ALIENS ARE NOT REAL!" Membrane
yelled in his sons face as Dib tried to show him his findings "how many times do I have
to say it, YES THEY ARE!" Dib argued back. "You're wasting your time with your
Para-science, you should study REAL science!" "Well, YOU'RE wasting your time with
REAL science, and you should try getting proof of aliens! Because ALIENS ARE
REAL!" the professorscoffed "I'll believe THAT when I see one for myself."
MEANWHILE, ON THE MASSIVE, THIS WAS HAPPENING!
"Why are we going to earth again?" Red asked, nibbling a doughnut "because, who
doesn't like human sex slaves?" purple answered, punching in coordinates. "True." Red
muttered. "Hey, are you SURE this one is gay?" "He was looking at gay porn!" purple
was referring to a magazine called Science monthly, but, Zim, as a joke told him it was
gay porn. "And who doesn't from time to time?" "True." Purple just kept looking at the
picture of the man. He longed to run his spindly fingers through the lightening-like raven
locks. He wondered what he looked like UNDER the lab coat that covered most of his
face. He longed to take off his opaque black goggles, and gaze into his eyes. He
wondered why he didn't wear pants, and, most of all, he wondered if he would feel the
same way about him. He decided just to talk to the picture, as though he were speaking to
the professor himself. "Oh, Membrane," he muttered "I can hardly wait to see you. I
know you'll feel the same way about me. If you don't, I'll have no choice but, to break
out the handcuffs and whip. You humans have a word for it, what is it? Rape? Yeah, I'll
have to rape you." Tallest purple stared out the window, looking for planet earth. Maybe
they could take it over when they got there. He kept looking at the picture. "Wow, that is
SO hot! Yeah, that is SO hot."