A/N: I know that I've taken an incredible long time to get this up (it's been what, eight or nine months since I posted for Taco Fic?) but the point is, it's here now, and that's all that matters. Right?
-Sigh.- Not right. Writer's block sucks. I knew basically where I wanted to go with this, it's just that getting from idea to story is so very hard some days, and with all the shit I've been dealing with…well, I suppose you don't want to hear about all of it anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, Dib, Gaz, etc. All of the above belong to the almighty Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon (sp?).

More tacos are in order for Ri2, Indigo Darkness (how many do I owe you by now?), Ross Pingolt, ssjbob2004sgirl, stagger, pixie, Feimi, bleedingwhilebreathing, akik0 (5 for you), theskywillfall, and Dib, because it was requested that I give all four of Dibsthe1's tacos to Dib. -hands out tacos.- If you want tacos, then you'll just have to leave me reviews, nice or not, and your name too, can be on the list in an upcoming chapter.

Ok, we pick up where Taco Fic left off. If you haven't read it, what are you waiting for? Go, read. Shoo. It is a little bit after that, actually. Zim took Gaz's plan, delivered flowers with an airborne pathogen to Dib in the hospital, and now Zim has established himself as ruler of the world; they have assumed Dib be dead after he vanished from the hospital. The medics said he was probably delusional, went to some rat hole, and died. As far as Zim being in charge, most people haven't even realized what happened; they just know that they take orders from that funny green guy and his "cute lil dog". Gaz has a nice job working for Zim; she is Official Hyoooman of All Things Electronic, which is a nice way of saying she gets paid to sit and play videogames and eat pizza all day. Good job for her, eh? Gir helps her a lot with the pizza, and sometimes with tacos too. It is still her POV, and as we pick up the story, she is playing Vampire Piggy Slayer III with Gir.

"I beat you again, Gir."

"Awwwww…I'm gonna go be a taco!"

"Stupid robot…" as I help myself to another slice of pizza. This is the life. No Dib, no para-whatever crap, and Vampire Piggy Slayer III…it doesn't come out for another three weeks, and I've been playing it for a month and a half. I'll never understand why Dib was so against Zim, helping him was the best think I've ever done…besides beating Dib up, of course.

"Gir, what are you doing over there? Come back here and start another round with me."

"I'm gonna play with the Scary Monkey. Do dee do dooo…"

"Aaahhh Gir, no! Not the monkeeeeyyyy!" Zim screams from his lab.

"If you didn't want him to have the monkey, why'd you get it for him?"

"I didn't, filthy earth worm. He dragged it here and I just haven't tossed it out yet."

-Twitch- "Ziiiiimmmmm…..what did I tell you about calling me that?"

"The tall and mighty Zim does not take orders from his filthy slaves."

"I'm not your slave, and you're still not tall."

"SILENCE! Tall, I tell you! As tall as the Allmighty Tallest themselves."

"What was that, Zim?" Purple interjects from the transmission screen.

"Eh heh heh, almost sir, almost. But not, of course. Who could be taller and mightier than the pair of you?"

"Right, that's what I thought you said."

Easy to see why Zim's so stupid, if the Tallest are the best representation of their race. They told Zim to keep ruling the planet and the armada is on its way (after they finished choking on their donuts, they said this) and Zim bought that load of shit. He didn't hear them mutter that he wasn't supposed to conquer it…I mean, sheesh, even I know he was supposed to die.

Gir looks up at me and starts pleading "Gazzy, are we starting another round?"

"-Sigh.- After I go outside and have a smoke." (A/N: yes, Gaz has started smoking now. Cigarettes, not weed.)

"Why can't you just do it while we play?"

"Because Gir, your master STILL won't let me smoke in his base."

That's odd. No "to hell with you stink monster, ZIM will not inhale your cancer fumes." He must be really wrapped up in his latest project for him to be ignoring me like this. Whatever, I'm going outside for my cig.

-Unlike the image we always get from Dib, the world is not in ruins, although Zim's base is in an undesirable part of suburbia. Not suburbia with white picket fences and nice green lawns, but not in a slum either. Closer to the first one, I suppose, but that's as good as hell as far as I'm concerned.-
I'm so tired of having to sit on the fire escape to light up, and dealing with our neighbors fucking each other all the time…it gets really old, really fast. If I wanted to see that, I'd buy porn. And some of the noises they make, well, I want to throw up. And speaking of noises…

"Zim, are you ok?"

bwaaaa hahahaha, already a nice cliffhanger for you all. Don't you just love getting them? I know it was short, but the next one should be up really soon (if I get any reviews for this, of course). And it was only short because I had to get back in the flow of writhing chapters that aren't songfics…those are much easier to write, but not where I wanted to go with this fic. Soon though, and though short, keep this in mind, there are many important details in here that will come back later.