So, I felt the need to write this, nothing personal Zim! This is loads better than the one I wrote, when Zim wins.

Zim laid down on the table, his arms and legs were tied with string to the corners, and he laid there, unconscious.

When Zim finally woke up, he looked around, he was in Dib's labs, but he was also on an autopsy table.

Zim tried to remember how he got here, but the memory was blocked, His PAK wouldn't work, no matter how hard he tried to get this spider-legs out. So he waited, he waited for his his death toll. For he knew, there was no escape. Zim looked around as best he could, he could see Gir, or what was left of him, the pour SIR unit laid in pieces, all Zim could recognize from the heap of metal parts, were the two eyes, it seemed Dib left them in one piece, perhaps to taunt him.

"ZIM!"

"Yes Dib-Beast? Come to take what I have left?"

He closed his eyes, he didn't want to see Dib, he didn't want to know what was going to happen.

"What DO you have left? Gir is gone, so's your excuse for a computer!"

Zim opened his eyes, the tension was killing him, he saw Dib, his face was deranged, his eyes were full of hate. He held a small glass of water.

"So, whats that for Dib? Come to splash it on me?"

"No Zim, I already know what happens when you do THAT! I figured, lets see what happens, when you DRINK it!"

"Wait, what?"

Zim wasn't sure what he heard any more, perhaps Dib had finally made it off the deep end.

"H-have you gone mad?"

"Maybe Zim, but, now, without sanity, theirs nothing stopping me from torturing you! Until I get bored, then I'll cut you open!"

Dib forced Zim's mouth open, then, poured in the liquid. Dib laughed as it stung Zim.

Zim could hear his insides sizzling, he tried to spit out as much of the water as he could, but it was no use, enough already got past his throat, Zim tried his best to cough, it hurt, it hurt to do anything, It was already enough work to breath here, but this was ridiculous. He tried to force the air in and out of his squeedily-sqootch, but it felt like breathing mud. Soon however, he started to cough up blood, the green colored blood splattered on Dib, he just continued to laugh.

"I 've always wondered what color your blood was, now, what ELSE do I want to do... Maybe Irkans have a weakness to fire!"

This went on for hours, when Dib was finally done, Zim could barley speak. The water took to much of his energy for him to fight the other methods, of putting him in pain.

"Well, I believe this has gone on long enough ZIM!"

He turned around, and Zim could see a scalpel.

Zim managed to utter a few words, "well, Dib, I, I guess you, you did win... b-but the massive... is... is still coming... I called, the, the tallests, r-right before, you... did all this..."

And that was the truth, only, the massive was not coming, it never was.

"Well than ZIM! THIS, THIS IS FOR EARTH!

Then, everything went black.