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"I hate your ship, Zim."
It was only the hundredth time that he'd said so, too. "I hate the smell of human filth, of which you reek," I retorted, feeling somewhat confident in my clever response. "You're making my ship, which is comprised of superior Irken technology, smell like a human meat sack." Making fun of Dib's stink was improving my mood somewhat, but he decided to offer me one of his long, irritating, sighs instead of just dropping dead.
"Why don't you ever make fun of Gaz's stink?" he inquired, and I, instead of answering, decided to wait for the inevitable smacking noise, which arrived about two seconds after Dib had voiced his insensitive comment. "Ow!" was his complaint, registered to the deaf ears of his sister. She wasn't listening to him, of course, excepting those times when he decided to make too much of a fuss, or insulted her personally.
"You, Dib filth," I said, deciding to explain my actions to him, "are an evolved monkey. You have a freakishly large head, eyes that require special seeing devices, and your brain does not function properly. Gaz, on the other hand, is terrifying, and I wish to honor that by not insulting her, lest she poke another one of my eyes out. They take a very long time to grow back, you know."
Because of the reflective mirror resting on my dashboard, I was able to confidently watch Dib's reaction, which only proceeded to boost both my ego, and my mood. I also espied Gaz, who glanced up, with her squinting eyes, before giving me an approving nod. "Zim is right, you know," she said, deciding to punch Dib in the arm as if to accentuate her words. "I don't hate to say it, but I can," another punch, "and will," a smack this time, with the back of her bony hand, "hurt you if you insult me."
She promptly returned to her video game, which I was sure would soon run out of Earth's energy juice packets. Dib decided to sulk, and he folded his spindly arms across his chest as he leaned backwards. He didn't meet my eyes as he looked out into space, and muttered (in what he must have thought was under his breath), "Stupid ship. Stupid Zim. Stupid…"
I noticed, cleverly, that he managed to catch himself before mentioning that Gaz was stupid, and I also noticed Gaz's eyebrow raising as if she was anticipating the chance to throw another deadly punch. While Gaz had been a strong individual as a child, she was at least twice as strong now that she was a headstrong teenaged sort of being, and I tried to take special care to avoid her as often as I could.
A/N: I know. Short and foolish. But prologues often are, and I do hope that my next chapter will not reek of suckedness.
It doesn't matter whether you comment on this, but I suppose it might be interesting to know if people hate it.
Of course, that won't stop me from continuing, but maybe I'll ask some advice from people who decide to 'review', as they call it.
And, just to avoid questions that may possibly be coming, there will be no romance concerning canon characters in this story mine. I know some of you are diehard ZIM/DIB fans, but I am not sorry to disappoint you, because I for one am not a crewmember on that particular ship.
Turrah,
niveus incendia