I was forced back into my seat as the screen advanced towards me through the gravitational pressure of space, or whatever "fun fact" of science and philosophy that was. I groaned, swearing to slaughter Zim if I ever got out of here.

Meme's body floated around, bouncing against the walls stupidly. It was freezing! I hated harsh temperatures, but not as much as… AUGH! My fists weakly clenched, and I knew that I was probably going to die soon

I shivered, holding my arms close together. Zim, you will die, I thought scornfully. My pak was ready to shut down now. I slowly dozed, and…-

"NO! I am NOT going to FALL ASLEEP!" I commanded myself furiously. I couldn't even think of the disgusting act without becoming nauseous.

I looked around for something to occupy myself in. There was Meme, with her eye discs hanging off her head, loose wires, and the communication add-on to my pak that I built, so it could go long range.

I growled. I had already contacted the Tallests as soon as I shamefully lost to the idiot and was forcefully detached. They had hung up on me. I then thought. Enemy of Zim, enemy of Zim, enemy of Zim, enemy of Zim-

I stopped. I had an idea, and smirked. The add-on popped out of my pak, and the fat fry cook man showed up on the holographic screen.

"I DON'T HAVE TIME FORTHIS!" Food trays were flying past his shoulders, and you could see disgustingly hungry customers behind him. I had to hurry up and get his attention. He looked as if he were about to hang up.

"WAIT! WE BOTH WANT ZIM DEA-

"WHAT?!"

I sighed, rolling my dry eyes- Tired of sitting here for all of this time.

"INVADER! ZIM!"

I screamed, having to take in deep breaths before each outburst.

"ZIM?! " The morbidly obese embarrassment of the empire shouted, looking a little interested.

"YES, YOU FOOL! I'VE GOT A PLAN TO GET HIM, SINCE WE BOTH WANT HIM TORMENTED FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY!"

He looked down, thinking, with the entire ruckus still going on. I barred my teeth, impatient, my pak slowly threatening to drift off again.

He mumbled something I couldn't hear.

"WHAT?!" I asked, wanting him to hurry.

"WHAT'S YOUR PLAN?!"