As the last moments of the Skool day ticked by, Zim sat at his desk with his eyes fixed on the red hand inching agonizingly slow. He nearly exploded from his desk once the bell rang, but he remembered that he had to play it cool. No need to arouse further suspicion from Dib. Even with his calm manner, the big-headed boy approached alarmingly quick and began to pester him.

"What are you up to now, Zim?" he asked, poking him repeatedly on the back of his shoulder.

Zim spun around and swatted his hand away, "Nothing, you stabby-filth-pile." he snapped.

"Why are you so calm, huh? Huh? Huh?" he continued as they walked down the hall.

The green boy turned, "Because I'm not an obnoxious glucose-demon. Now go and uh," he glanced around, "get stalked by that female who's been making gestures at you all day."

Dib froze, then slowly looked behind him. Sure enough, there stood a blond girl in a ponytail eying him suggestively. He turned back to Zim who'd managed a few feet by then. "I don't even know her."

Zim looked at him sideways, "That matters? HAH! I've seen you and those other females."

"What? What are saying? What? What is it?"

"Silance your noise-hole!" Zim shreiked, "Zim laughs at your pathetic inability to withhold a mate."

"MATE? What are you? Crazy? They're just girlfriends!"

Zim laughed condensendingly, which sounded more like a cough, " Then what has Zim heard in the males waste facilities? HU-UH?" Dib stopped and gawked and Zim turned to smirk triumphantly. Dib then looked off to the side and adjusted his back-pack.

"Nyess. There is no hiding the obvious, stench-worm. Now leave Zim and contract your filthy human desieses." Zim shooed. As he expected, Dib no longer followed him, to Zims delight.

He walked the rest of the way back to his base without any further disturbances, besides Dog With Meat, and entered finding Gir finger painting on the belly of a rather fat child using condaments.

"GIR! WHY IS THERE-oh forget it." he shuffled by as Gir doodled mindlessly on the seemingly oblivious glutton-child.

The hideous purple upholstered couch lifted revealing an elevator platform Zim stepped upon. Slowly it descended down the shaft and towards the still darkened lab. Three fourths of the way down the automatic lights switched on and Computer awoke from sleep mode. Being impatient, Zim leapt from the platform while it was still a few feet from the ground and jarred his ankles.

"GAH! Horrible Earth-gravity!" he howled and he rolled back and forth. As soon as he recovered enough to stand without wincing, he wobbled over to his croisant shaped chair and immediatly demanded the computer to open any transmissions. Many of them were ads relating to the upcomming event on the Irkan calander, none of which Zim took interest in at the moment. There was only once which was a reply to his own transmission which he had sent in hours before. The window stretched acrossed his screen and was black for only a few moments. Then a revolving Irken Armada insignia glowed Lilac on the screen for two revelations. Finally the transmission began.

"Invader Zim," began a small Irken female with a hight pitched voice " I, Invader Zee, am replying to your transmission regarding Sporka. I concur on your theory of our gene coalescing for the benefeit of the Armada. Seeing as how you cannot leave post, please provide coordinates to your base as well as information on the native species I am to intermingle with during this time of, " she paused just enough it could be called so, "beneficial genetic conjugation." With that, she saluted, and the transmission ended.

Zim sat back, excited and the message had ended, he remained staring at the screen with a smile laced across his face. Finally, after decades and decades of unsuccessful courtships, he'd finally found a female willing to combine genetic material with him. He could never figure out why he'd been turned down so frequently though.

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Zee turned away from her computers camera and faced her S.I.R. unit, Klri, who stared up at her for it's next order. *Klri is pronounced like k-dee as if you were pronouncing a japanese L*

"KIri, ready my ship for my trip! Be sure to include plenty of fuel and snacks. I don't know where Zims coordinates are." She paused, "He could be on the far side of the Universe for I know." Klri saluted, "Oh, and be sure to include those special orders. Tuck those in the back storage." Zee added quietly.

As soon as Klri had dissapeared from view, Zee turned and giggled to herself.