Kurr shifted uneasily in his seat, ears picking up on that annoying voice again.

"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, DIB-PIG!" It shouted.

His antennas twitched under the wig. Kurr, tall as he was, was Irken. Was. The Tallest had sent him to a distant planet far off the map, a planet overruled by what seemed to be mutant bats. Not anticipating this, Kurr had came onto the planet pridefully and carelessly, and was attacked. The attack merged his body with the mutants and mutated the Irken himself. He now had rather large bat ears, and could hear things he wish he couldn't, and he had grown in height. His teeth were sharp and jutted out in random directions, running around the whole inside rim of his mouth. His snake like tongue was stained purple and stung most of the time. After finding out that there were bats on Earth, he came to take them and experiment on them as ways to a cure for his new found disease.

Kurr now sat in a classroom on the opposite end of the building to where Zim's was. The former Ikren had worn a shaggy wig that curved a bit past his shoulders, to hide his ears and bent up antennas. He had taken a liking to human clothing after he first landed in Japan. He wore a purple long-sleeved shirt, his gloves running underneath, and black jeans. He fit in just fine, despite the fact his skin was green and he didn't have the same amount of fingers as the other kids.

"No, you stupid worm-baby! Shut UP!"

Kur sighed and slammed his head on the table.

He came to this country for one reason: Zim. With the new ears Kurr had, he could hear the other Irken from halfway around the world, and the work for a cure would not pursue if he couldn't focus.

The bell rang. Kurr stood sheepishly, rubbing his right eye before stretching his arms up and arching back. Shoving past the human kids, he found his way the front entrance and paused at a familiar screaming.

Zim rolled around on the cement outside, soaking wet in the falling rain, and burning half to death. Kurr stood there in astonishment of how STUPID he was. This was the Irken that had distracted him for many years? He didn't seem damn near worth anything. There was not a lot he could even say to this.

Dib poked the Irken a bit before helping him up.

"Wow, Zim, I thought after all this time you would've learned not to run out into the rain like that. You sure are stupid." Dib laughed.

Zim swatted Dibs helping hands away, cursing at him and limping away. Kurr sighed and opened up his umbrella, following Zim. He glanced at Dib. When there eyes met, he kept the stare until Dib shied away, defeated, and Kurr was long gone.

"Stupid Dip-pig. Stupid human rain. Stupid- AGH!" Zim stomped angrily.

Kurr sighed, accidently putting a little bit more voice in than he meant to. Zim turned, strands of wet hair sticking to his face. His breathing was heavy and pained, his skin sizzling and burning against the drops of water that repeatedly fell upon him. He huffed once, and turned his back to Kurr, continuing along his way and dismissing him as a Earth thing.

Kurr just stood there, confused. He shouted over the rain. "Zim, righ?"