Ok, this is my first ficcy, be nice mmmkay? I'm still trying to figure out how this damn site works.

".then, once the cheese-steaks hatch my enGEEEEnious new plan shall.um, my tallests? " "Eh? Uh, oh, oh yes, sorry Zim, we were uh.distracted.uh." "Yes, uh, by another call! Fascinating plan, but we must go.uh.bye bye!"

The screen dimmed to black, Zim was about to go back to monitoring the cheese-steaks progress when then screen returned to the tallests. They were laughing hysterically, seemingly unaware that the call had not been correctly terminated. Zim was about to alert them to their mistake when he caught just what they were laughing about.

".hahaha cheese-steaks.is it just me or do Zim's plans get a little more insane every time?" "heh, ya...but maybe well get lucky this time and the cheese-things will destroy him" "FINALLY.put him out of OUR misery!" "Maybe we should just TELL him his missions just an excuse to get rid of him..." "No no! Then hell just demand ANOTHER one to prove himself.and you know the banishing thing didn't work."

Zim stood frozen in front of the screen, trying to make sense of what he was hearing. A tiny gasp escaped him and suddenly the tallests turned to the screen.

"Uh.uh." The tallests panicked briefly, then Red simply pressed a button disconnecting the call.

Zim's knees buckled and he fell to the floor staring at the blank screen. "Bu.bu."his voice was squeaky and lost. He sat there staring helplessly into nothing, staring, staring, until suddenly, he snapped.

Screaming and cursing in his native tongue, a mass of hissing, clicking, and growling, he jumped to his feet. The sizzling of live wires being severed filled the air as Zim ripped cables and smashed the giant screen beyond repair. Soon the glimmering piece of alien technology was nothing more than a smoking pile of shrapnel and sparking wires, with Zim sitting in the middle of it all panting heavily. On the verge of tears and spontaneous combustion, he flipped up the self destruct button and traced it delicately with a claw.

*No.that's exactly what the tallests WANT me to do.I've got a better idea.*

With that he ripped off the self-destruct mechanism and got to work destroying all possible means of communication with the Armada.

Ok, that was real short, and not that good. It should get better though. No, really.