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"Pathetic humans!" the Irken erupted, his antennae twitching as he screamed. "They will know the wrath of Zim!" His large magenta colored eye twitched with frustration as he stormed past his robotic lawn gnomes, wiping gravy and mashed potato gunk from his head.

***

The school cafeteria, a place of hell and torture. Zim stood there with his tray of grinning mystery meat and glared at the children around him.

"Must…fit…in." He strolled towards a table populated by smelly earth children, faked a smile, and asked if he may join them.

"Ewh, no. You're that freaky Zim kid!" a girl said, followed by others making sounds of disgust. "Go sit with that other freak," she pointed to Dib.

Zim shuddered at the thought and turned to leave, but before he could, she tripped him and fell face first into his lunch. The entire room shook with laughter. Zim grimaced and growled, vowing to get his revenge.

"Soon you will all meet your doom!" He cackled. "DOOOOOOOM!" Zim ran towards the doors of the cafeteria and pushed them open.

CRACK. They hit him on his way out.

"Freak," the girl muttered.

***

A small, inhumanly cute robot peered at Zim behind the bulbous eyes of his disguise and a robotic giggle was heard. He carried a small, stuffed pig in the black, plushy arms of his fluorescent green dog suit. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Four steps towards the seething alien were taken.

His pink tongue lolled out of his mouth and he squealed, "I have a piggy!"

"G.I.R! This is no time for your…piggy…ness. We have work to do!"

"Awh, man." It clutched the animal until its eyes bulged and it squeaked.

Zim stared at the teary eyes of his bumbling cohort, snatched the pig, and made his way to a toilet. An annoying squeak followed him. The green alien jumped up on the seat and pulled a rope dangling from the ceiling.

"To the laboratory!" he yelled as he flushed himself.

"Weeeee!" G.I.R exclaimed as he followed his master.

Vrrrrr. Mechanical doors opened to a lab filled with tubes and contraptions. Zim approached a door bolted from top to bottom.

"Computer! Take me to…the monkey." The door hissed and unlatched at the voice command.

He stepped inside the luminous room. G.I.R screeched at the sight of a stuffed monkey sitting on a podium staring off into space.

"MONKEY!"

"Not just any monkey, G.I.R. This happens to be a high quality laser eye beamy…monkey th—" He noticed the robot spring towards the monkey in blind adoration. It tried to touch the prototype.

"DON'T TOUCH IT!"

G.I.R stared at him blankly.

"G.I.R, if you touch this monkey, horrible doom-y type things will happen! Understand?" The robot's dog head drooled in incoherence. "I'll take that as a yes." Zim turned around and started to work on a random machine.

Five minutes went by. Then 10. Beads of perspiration dotted the small robot's forehead. It glanced at Zim and then at the monkey. Curiosity got the better of him and he squealed as he punched the monkey off of the pedestal.

"Eeeee!" he grinned.

Red lights flashed in the room followed by a mechanical, woman-like voice, "Warning. Warning. Flying Monkey Androids will deploy in ten, nine, eight…oh, hell, UNLEASH THE MONKEYS!"

Zim turned and yelled, "I thought I told you not to—" A herd of adorable monkey androids bowled him over.

"MONKEYS!" G.I.R giggled insanely.

Zim twitched in reply.