Just the thought of your innards between my hands would send me into Ecstasy. I want to feel your heart skip a beat in my hand when i smile at you and your lungs gasp for air when i leave you breathless. I want your stomach to churn in my hands when i give you butterfly's. The thought of seeing your blood rush when i walk towards you s the only thing that can prove this is real. This is where i want to be.

I know this urge wasnt what it seemed like. I knew that the moment we locked eyes i was just going to melt in the nasty dirty huuuman way which most of you do and succumb to your every demand. It wasnt in my nature to feel these thing, but i guess i better get used to them. I mean, who knows when ill be able to leave this god forsaken planet and return to my own.

I was stuck here in a never ending battle between my customs and those of these filthy dirty earth moles that overcrowd this planet with their Stooopid emotions and problems. Simple answer to it all. Kill each other. Make my ultimate goal just a little easier on me. Please i beg you. The Mighty ZIM of all ZIMS welcome you and your dirty little hands of more then normal appendages to just give it a try and let me INFLUENCE you into utter DOOM.

The ONE huuuman capable of being even remotely worthy of being near me was a filthy big headed annoying meat bag full of meat... and stuff. Over the years i think we've both come to realize that we share a common goal. This goal haunts us to continue on in an unstoppable battle of wit and annoyance. Well wit on my part. His dumb head was just filled with dumb. BUT back to out goal. We both longed to be accepted by our own race. Disregarded by others and deemed insane.. Welp.. I did try and destroy my own planet, but I did do a pretty damn good job completing my task. I deserve SOME credit. I am the ALMIGHTY ZIM! Dib was just crazy.. Trust me.. CRAZY.

Sighing i look away from the staticy screen and look down my my hands, fiddling with my gloves. The computer beeps and lowers down a screen which displayed a squirrle at my front door alarming me of an intruder. I shake my head and grab the mic from the side of me and pull it towards me.

"GIR! Take care of the damn squirrel on the porch. It doesn't seem.. Normal. ZIM must be normal." I command, cringing at his gargled reply of incoherent words. I know i heard something about a monkey and just hoped he finished his task, although i knew he wouldn't.

I've been stuck on this FILTHY shit hole for a good 5-6 years, not sure if ive come to completely understand their stoopid time standards, or anything for that matter. Everything seemed so unneeded and useless, yet it was their customs. Not that i had to respect them or anything. These dim witted beings were so easy to manipulate.

Turning my attention back to the screen i send the transmission once again, calling out for one of the Tallest. My computer had sensed another Irken ship near earth an locked onto the signal, allowing me to try and make contact but so far to no avail. A black and white screen filled with tiny dots that danced about stared back at me. Mocked me. It outraged ME! ME ZIM!. I am the almighty.

I glance down at the torn ratty coat i had wrapped around me. It was the only article of DISGUSTING human clothing i ever wear. It was sadly my most prized possession, my keepsake of a memory that would never leave my mind. It replayed over and over again. Your arms wrapped around me. Your filthy dirty human lips against mine as i held you close with my robotic legs, using my hands to feel out your body. Stooopid earth customs of affection and confusion. Quite annoying of you ask me.

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LOL cliff hanger.. Cut short yes yes i know. Rage. Rage all you want. REVIEW :D ;3 3