Dib was unhappy. Very unhappy at that. This would be because he was currently in a cage dangling over a vat of acid, glowing green in the dim lab. He had been trapped in Zim's lab for almost a week now, and his appearance showed it. His cheeks were deep and sunken, and his eyes were dark and tired from both malnutrition and sleep depravation (Zim had granted him neither food nor water, and played bad polka music when he tried to sleep.) His hair was scraggly and greasy, and his eyes were dull and dark.

It was all a stupid mistake, he thought. It's all my fault.

Dib turned to the pneumatic door up the stairs left of his cage. Zim hummed a merry little tune as he skipped down the stairs, and he held a white, paper bag. He scanned his thumb on the door, and stepped in, grinning nastily at Dib, looking down at him, flaunting his self-declared superiority.

"Hey there, Dib!" he grinned in mock friendliness. "How ya doin'?"

Dib remained silent. Zim waved the sack.

"I got some food for you…you must be hungry…" he said casually, waving it in front of Dib. His eyes followed the bag like a dog offered a bit of steak. He whimpered.

"I'll let you have the bag if you do one thing."

Dib looked up, sullen. "What?"

"Declare that I am a superior being, and that you are a dirty Earth-pig."

Dib looked down. His stomach gurgled loudly. He sighed, defeated.

"You are a…superior being…" he choked.

"And" Zim smiled.

"And I…" he faltered.

"Yes?" he was almost ecstatic.

"Am a dirty…Earth-pig…" he finished, looking away; his pride in exchange for a snack.

"YES! BAHAHAHA!" Zim cackled evilly, clutching his sides. He wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, that's a good one!"

Dib looked up. "Hey!"

"Oh, yes, I DID make a deal, didn't I?" He took the MeatyMuffin out of the bag, crumpled said bag up, and tossed it at Dib's head. He took a bite of the sandwich, cackling.

"I SAID I'd give you the bag!" he chortled, turning on hell out the door. At that moment, Dib snapped.

He tackled Zim, his hands clutching the green bastard's throat. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

"ACK!" Zim deployed his mechanical spider legs, one of them reaching round and attempting to skewer Dib. With rage induced strength, he grabbed the leg and snapped it in two. With a scream, he turned the leg in his hands, and drove it into Zim's skull, between his eyes. Blindness and death was imminent.

Dib lunged for the biscuit, scarfing it down with greedy eagerness. He sobbed. For a few moments, all that could be heard was his gasps and the beeping of the machinery around him. He looked at Zim's bloody corpse, his eyes and face wet with tears.

"It's over Zim. Good-bye." And he, with such ELOQUENCE stepped over Zim's body, and into the elevator. He didn't even say anything to GIR as he walked out, shielding his eyes from the light.

When he got home, he found that his house was surrounded by moving vans. He walked in, to see his father bossing a moving man around.

"NO! You can't put the Sub-space Teleporter in the same crate as the Telespace sub-porter! IT WON'T WORK!" He explained angrily, the worker walking away and shrugging. Dib walked over to him.

"Ah, there you are son! How was school?"

"But…I was GONE FOR A WEEK! You didn't look for me at all?"

"That's nice, now go get you're sister, we're ready to leave." He said cheerily. Dib was going to say something, but saw the futility immediately. He trudged upstairs, and knocked on Gaz's door.

"Hey, Gaz! We're leaving, come on!"

Silence.

He opened the door, just a crack.

"HEY GAZ!" he screamed.

"Um…hey." She said awkwardly. He shifted his footing a bit.

"Uh, Dad says we're ready to leave."

"Okay, let me get my GS2." She said casually, reaching back into her room for a second. She resumed her silent disposition, rapidly pressing buttons on her console, going into the driveway, followed by Dib. They sat in a limousine (how sheik) paid for by professor Membrane. Dib looked out the window. "Hey, where ARE we going anyway?"

Membrane handed Dib a pamphlet. It read "WELCOME TO AMITY PARK"