Disclaimer: I own nothing, just leave me aloone, waahhhhhhhhhh.

"Incoming Transmission!!!!" boomed the voice of the slightly overzealous

communications officer of the Massive.

"AAWWWW!!" Both tallests whined in annoyance at the thought of having

to listen to Zim again. Naturally, a conflict broke out. "Well I'm not getting it this time,"

growled Red, "I had to talk with Zim for the last three transmissions- I even said you

were busy on a (smirk) DATE. You get it." Before Purple could protest, Red

floated behind the nearest bulkhead and disappeared from view.

Sigh. "Put it on." The screen illuminated and displayed Zim in his usual

position- that dumb stick-up-your-butt military salute.

"My Tallest, I bring news of an amazing kind of substance- I might even go

so far as to say that it's better than snacks, only different."

"Really, Zim. All right. Send us a sample, we'll let you know, bye bye now."

The com officer cut the signal. Red scooted out from behind his hiding place.

"Great job."

"Shut up." Purple yawned. "It's been a long day for me too, you know. I'm

going to bed." But the package arrived as scheduled bringing the samples of snack-

like things, along with instructions on how to consume them. I'll give you lovely little

readers a chance to guess what the package contained with this one clue: One of the

things in the package was a sort of elongated glass tube, with several gas hoses

sprouting from the circular base, which contained a small amount of water. It was

very pretty and colorful.