Something like a dust with pointed curls glowed ominously on the carpet. No one knew what it was, so they stood away. Even Dib, on routine spying missions on Zim, had to dodge lightning-fast bolts of the dust. It landed a few days back, and it shook the world, the entire world, with a THUD, and the thud was sucked into the dust, shaping it into a writhing, pulsing, throbbing mat of 'needle-tipped' tentacles. But Zim is no coward…