A/N: I'll tell you when it's being sung by adding (sung) or (song) infront of their words, but this chapter isn't sung. I'm sorry. Don't kill me, please. I have ham, and if I die, my ham will never love again. Do it for the ham. THE HAM! Congratulations on getting past the THREEEE whole lines of chapter one. Quite an accomplishment, if I say so myself. I hope you enjoy chapter 2; it's more than three lines.

(In base, Zim is tinkering with his voot cruiser. GIR was playing with a squeaky pig next to Zim)

Zim: Now GIR, watch as Zim makes his voot cruiser even more terrifying.

GIR: Did you add a mongoose?

Zim: No, last time I did that it broke free. This time I added… THIS!

GIR: (Gasps)

(Zim presses a button on a remote and a canon filled with squids came out the top of the voot cruiser)

GIR: Ooooooooooooooooo. They wanna play with my piggy!

(Blue wave washes over everything, unnoticed)

Zim: GIR, keep your pig away from my squids. I need then to attack unsuspecting kids.

GIR: (Squeaks pig) Hehe, you made a rhyme.

Zim: A rhyme? YOU LIE! Zim doesn't rhyme at any time. Computer, what is a rhyme?

Computer: A rhyme, if I have to define, is to have or end with a sound that corresponds to another in context of a word, syllable, or line. For example, ample, sample, and trample all rhyme. So do lime and chime.

Zim: That sounds stupid, even for a human. I bet they made that up with a broken serum albumin.

Computer: That rhyme was stretched.

Zim: This whole rhyming thing is farfetched. Zim does not wish to do so. How do I stop? Zim must know!

Computer: I do not know, but I can tell you what my sensors show. A laser from outer space is making rhymes take place. It's affecting the entire human race.

Zim: Well, if that's the case… GIR, grab my space pants

GIR: (on top of the squid canon) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. But me and the squids were gonna dance

Zim: Sometimes I really hate you. When I say to do something, you do. Understand GIR?

GIR: (His eyes and chest turn from blue to red as he salutes) Yes, Sir!

(GIR walks away)

Zim: (to computer) I'll go into space and have a chat, then that will be that. The whole rhyming thing will no longer be here, and Zim can focus once again on spreading fear.

GIR: (holding space pants) Your space pants are here.

(Zim smiles evilly)