Zim arrives in a disguise. It's obviously still him because of the green face.

Dib: Oh my dear, my dear lady

Have you seen an alien lately?

Verdant skin, raven hair

Wicked eyes that unearthly scare?

Zim: Art mine eyes scary? I think not

Nor are thine own eyes so hot!

Dib: But Zim's eyes quicken the pulse

Did you know that they are false?

Zim: Nay, yon bespectacled gaze is false to you as mine to me

Should we compare ourselves, I'd be the best of three

Thou art no match for my might

Hie and leave my sight!

Dib: But alas, fair maiden, you do me wrong

To sing such a sweet yet alarming tongue

I would that you would hear my love

You are the match from up above.

Zim blushes.

Zim: Do not speak to me of this!

I'd rather eat a filthy bird than taste your kiss

And when all is done and away

I shall blackmail you with the events of today.

Dib: Blackmail? How can that be so

When the lack of your lips always leaves me in woe?

We may be young, but we are not fools yet

(Though perhaps thou art, I do fret).

Zim: It is by refusing you I prove myself sane

Anyone would, had they half a brain

My soul does not hunger for you

Besides, I'd rather be one than two.

Dib: Stranger from a foreign land

Hear my heart and take my hand

I do long that we should join

Lip to lip and groin to groin.

Zim: Thou art mad, thou art!

Never would I take part

In such revolting, disgusting acts

Leave me now, you my time do tax.

Dib: I swear it, I'll never leave your side!

The space between us shall never go wide

Without me there, you're a sitting duck

I'll ensure it with these handcuffs!

Dib whips out the handcuffs and slams them on Zim's wrists. Nothing happens.

Zim: You know what, Dib?

I've had quite enough

Of this stupid ad lib

And your damned handcuffs.

I hate you more

Than all others on this planet

I can't remember what for

And only hope you didn't plan it

But to attempt to take away my freedom

Makes my hate sharper than ever before

In our due time

I intend to make you snore.

Dib: What do you mean by that?

Zim: Dib, I'm going to kill you.

Dib: WHAT!

Dib runs away, thus ending the play.