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The door to Zim's base was kicked open angrily as its owner stormed in. Throwing off his black wig and contacts, the irkan made his way into the kitchen and plopped into the chair, placing his rectangular head into two, three-fingered, gloved hands. School had been rough. As usual, Dib tried to expose him as an alien. Zim hadn't even gotten to his first class with Ms. Bitters, and the scythe-haired boy already started bombarding him with questions about his next plan for conquest. During lunchtime, Zim felt something repeatedly hitting him in the back of the head, turning to find his arch rival throwing peas at him. That increased his irritation, but the straw that broke the camel's back was when Dib attempted to rip off the wig, resulting in the irkan snapping and a short struggle. In the end, Zim angrily snatched the wig from the other boy and trudged out of the school.
'Oh, that Dib-worm infuriates me! When will he ever realize he is no match for Zim?' the alien thought with a sigh.
He was brought out of his reverie when GIR, his green robot assistant, bounded over. "Hi, master!"
Zim snapped his head in the robot's direction, large, ruby eyes narrowed. "Leave me alone, GIR!"
"Aw, Master is upset! I know what will help!" He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, turning on the stereo. An upbeat pop tune emitted from its speakers and carried through the whole house. Turning to his master, GIR screeched, "Sing!"
"No! Turn that off!" Zim yelled irritably.
"Sing! Sing! Sing!" the little robot chanted, bouncing up and down around the living room.
This only seemed to increase the irkan's annoyance. He slammed his fist on the table. "No!"
Unfazed by his master's angry outburst, GIR began dancing and singing to the music, loud and off-key. After watching the SIR unit's torturous performance, Zim caved. "Alright, fine! I will sing! Start the song over!"
"Yay!" GIR shouted gleefully. Returning to the stereo, he pressed the rewind button, and the song started over.
After the intro, the vocals were heard. Zim cleared his throat and reluctantly began. Unlike his cyan-eyed robot servant, Zim's voice was in tune and controlled, as if he had been singing his entire life. The alien's foot subconsciously tapped to the song's rhythm. When the third verse began, loud sobs interrupted Zim. Facing his servant, he inquired, "What is it, GIR?"
"You sing like an angel! Your voice is so pretty!" the robot cried, tears streaming down his metallic face. "Keep going! Keep going!"
A flattered smile slowly curled up the corners of the irkan's lips. He didn't sing much, therefore he was slightly surprised to hear his voice was very beautiful. When the final chorus began, Zim stood erect, took a deep breath, and belted out the lyrics, putting his best effort into it. His vocals rang out loud and powerful. Once the song ended, Zim took a moment to catch his breath, looking to his SIR unit for approval. The little robot was bouncing exuberantly, applauding his master wildly with tear-filled eyes. "That was so beautiful! Master, you have the best singing voice in the whole wide world! Encore! Encore!"
Zim watched the little robot, an idea forming in his mind. HIS singing resulted in GIR having a strong reaction. He was begging to hear more, like he was worshipping the alien. If this was the case, he could use his singing voice on the humans, earning their respect and a chance to dominate the earth, but first, he needed to test this theory. Zim cleared his throat and began to hum softly.
GIR snapped to attention, listening intently to his master's song. He had never heard anything more beautiful in his entire life. Zim's music hypnotized the little robot. GIR loved this moment, and he didn't want it to end. He wanted his master to never cease his beautiful song. Unfortunately, it did end, leaving GIR standing there, looking as though he was in a trance.
"So, it's true. My voice is powerful," Zim realized with an evil grin coming to his lips. "I can put the filthy stink-beasts under my musical spell. The melodious vocals of Zim will be beloved by all, and I shall finally conquer this dirt ball!" He laughed maniacally, his new evil plan coming together. "Now, if you'll excuse me, GIR, I must prepare to implement my plan." With that, Zim turned and headed towards the elevator toilet and descended into his lab, humming as he did so.
GIR sighed dreamily, a tear in his cyan eye. "So…beautiful…"