(A/N) "Hi there! Last week, our lab kinda blew up in an explosion, so while the replacement is being built, Dibsthe1 is kindly allowing us to borrow Karma Labs this week to test this myth. We don't own 'Invader Zim,' do we?"

"'Invader Zim'? No, we've got nothing to do with 'Invader Zim. We're the Mythbusters." '

"So, what's the myth?"

"'You can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar.'"

"Ah, that one! So, how are we going to do this?"

"On this table, we have a dish of vinegar, and on that table, a dish of the same size contains the same amount of honey."

"And I'm going to put a piece of flypaper, of the exact same size, under... both... dishes!"

"That's it? Seems kinda low tech, doesn't it?'"

"Okay, okay... so we'll use this motion detector, this stopwatch, this CCTV setup, this videotape camera... and we've even got this... " Click... SLAM! " ... automatic door slammer in case we attract some deadly tsetse flies!"

"THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!"

"And we'll set up Buster over here, with a fly swatter to nail any flies the fly paper misses!"

"I'll open the window - Don't try this at home - and you can start the clock."

"Three, two, one... FIRE IN THE HOLE!!"

Prologue - Friday

Still hungry, Dib reached for a piece of pizza. However, at Gaz's warning snarl he reached for the other remaining slice, the one with half the cheese missing. Gaz ate the better slice, burped, and turned her game back on.

While Dib drank water, the remainder of the last soda in the house was going flat in front of Gaz.

Dib turned on the TV and waited a minute. When Gaz seemed to have forgotten the rest of her soda, he ventured, "Are you going to drink the rest of that?"

"Shut up idiot! I can't play my game!" Gaz snapped, even though the earsplitting explosions from her game could doubtless be heard all the way upstairs through closed doors.

Dib concentrated on listening to his program. However, right when the guest was about to tell the host what that mysterious shadow had been found to actually be, Gaz blew something up at the crucial moment so he missed it. He had a good idea what would happen if he complained, however, so he said nothing, only sighed.

Many sudden, brutal beatings had led to this state of affairs. Dib knew he wasn't allowed to hit her back, not even in self-defense, so he never did; anyone who raised a hand to Gaz just turned her even more savage anyway.

Not that obeying this rule ever saved him from being ridiculed FOR obeying it.

"What's your problem, idiot."

It was easy to imagine the result if Dib told her what, or rather who, his problem was, so he said nothing.

Gaz put her game on pause and slowly turned to face Dib. "I asked you a question, and I want an answer. What is your problem."

"If I tell you, you'll get mad."

"Oh, I'm already mad, thanks to you. What is your problem." This was delivered in a monotone so low as to be almost a whisper, but no one could miss the deadly outrage simmering just beneath the surface.

"I didn't do anything to you, Gaz, but your game was so loud I couldn't hear my - "

"I... will PLAY... my game... as loud as I... WANT! To play my... game! Got... THAT?" Gaz gritted out, punching Dib in the stomach at each pause for emphasis. Finally she left her fist hanging in the air, neither hitting nor relaxing, enjoying the sight of Dib bracing for the blow that he didn't know would never come. Finally she got tired of holding her arm up and turned back to her game.

For Dib, all the fun had gone out of watching TV. As soon as he could breathe again, he turned off the TV and went upstairs to his room.

Possessed by a pathological need to control everything, Gaz always got what she wanted; that was just the way it was. However, neither of them had any idea just HOW different things would soon become.

(A/N) "I see one! I see one already! I see a fly!"

"But it hasn't landed anywhere yet."

"But it has to land on something! Keep your eye on it! Watch closely... and it... is going! To land on... !!"

"The wall."

"That's not a fly, it's a mosquito! They don't drink honey, they drink blood! There! That'll fix it!"

"Nicely done. I like my blood where it is."