"Day 2. Stuck in orbit. Communications are down. We had to shut down all unnecessary power devices that have been sucking power from the main engine. This of course included the television. The small tin can is furious, and will scream whenever he thinks is necessary. He of course thinks that this is all the time."
"WHYYYY! TURN IT ON, TURN IT ON!"
"It's almost unbarable. Than again, I do get to see the robot cry every now and than, which makes me smile knowing that since he tormented me, I get to return the favor."
"I'm sorry, but I can't! We need to save power so I can make a last ditch effort to blast back to earth." I told the tin can. "So how long until we can leave?" He asked me. "Three Months." Three months is how long I'll be stuck with this.. thing. Which is how long Zim wanted me to keep him away from earth. This is going to be Utter Hell.... "May the tallest watch over me during this horrible plight that I am in."
