Summary: Zim makes a new device that will surely help him take over the dreaded planted earth. With his mind he can create anything (to a certain extent) and the device will process it and make it real. For example: if he thinks of a moose the device will take that image from his brain and process it into something real. Unfortunately, things tend to go wrong and the end is dreadful. Anyways, I hope this both confuses you until the need calls for aspirin and the random and crude humor makes the bowels of your stomach to quench immensely until it bursts forth like a luscious fountain of… rainbowness. In other words… enjoy. This is just my state of boredom... rated T for language

Disclaimer: I dont own any characters but i do own the cursing catus...youll know what i mean in the next chapter...

Chapter 1: do you like pancakes?

It began in the deep tunnels of Zim's altering mind. He had fallen asleep from his long and torturous day from the dreaded fad humans called there disgusting excuse of an education. School. The thought of such a place made him want to upchuck the tie-dye colors to which were his intestines. (If you don't have an effing clue to which I'm talking about, it solely means to throw up…). The only thing that kept him from doing such a horrendous task was the thought of his crazed obsession for the dominance of this lowly planet these meaty creatures of the highest population have a tendency to call "earth".

Snoring loudly Zim then awoke with a load "Hahaaaaaaa" and jumped to his feet. "Yessssss, I have it…. the ultimate device that will surely put this. …This…. PLANET!…. into total destruction of my obvious reiiigggggn." He laughed clenching his fists in the air (mini moose fly's by in the back round, squeaking loudly and throwing confetti). Jumping from his computer seat, he hastily pressed the button to the speaker box in which sounded with a load noise from the speaker.

"Yes my master!" said a most arrogant and distraught voice coming from the other end.

" GIR! Get my tools from the tool room immediately! I have a plan…a most wonderful plan…and start the machines in room 208…were going to have to take out the big cannons for this little scheme!" Zim announced.

" Oooooooohhh ok master!…. I also went to the grocery store while you were sleeeping and I got you some –ROASTED PIGS! They were on sale for 2.95! And some more waffles, and the cheetos, and some of that liquor you like, and sooomeee CHESSY MUFFINS! Which I think contains an unknown substance of fruity flavor…."

" That's very nice Gir…. NOW GET ME MY DAMN TOOLS!" Zim yelled and switched Gir off the speaker.

Zim Raced out of the computer room and headed down toward the laboratory. Laughing immeasurably. He ran down passageways and corridors that were built many feet below his almost human looking home. Not even the most advanced humans could equal to the ingeniousness of the structure to which zim had built.

" That stupid boy named… Dib will not foil my plans this time! This device will be the perfect weapon! Soon all of this filthy planet will be mine!" Laughing even louder Zim opened up the laboratory door. Gir was already inside.

"Look master! I found my moose!"

"That's nice Gir…. NOW GET OUT OF HERE! Unless I must inject you with sulfide once again from what happen last time you found that monstrosity of yours…"

"Yes master!" Gir said sternly, his eyes turning red and saluting his incompetent master. He zoomed out of the laboratory doors and they closed behind him. Then going back to his regular stance, he pressed the moosy object between his robotic hands and it gave a short little "squeak". Giggling like a mad man he flew away and out of site.

AN: cough the next best thing since Harry Potter wouldn't you say? This is what boredom (and the sickness for which I have) has reduced me to…sad isn't it?