Alright, I am back! I know it's been like a year...but I really hated this one. It sucked, a lot. Well, my grammar has gotten some what better. I'm not claiming my writing has though, sadly. Well, here it goes. Again I do this instead of doing my homework. I have difficulty getting the thoughts out properly, so please, bare with me. :P
Disclaimer: Ha! To even think of me owning Zim and Dib! Ha! No, I don't own them. I just use them for my own little things, and no one can stop me!!! Yes!
Summary: The wheels on the bus go- oh right, a summary. Eh...it's fluff and slash. If you don't like slash, why did you even search for ZADR in the first place? Freak. Again, ZADR means Zim/Dib. Please don't leave me all alone...anywho, for the people that actually read all this, I love you. You probably want the story now. Eh...
Zim paced back and forth, back and forth, in front of a large screen that displayed the plans and details for his next attempt to take over the world. He had electronic equipment littering the floor. He couldn't seem to get the diagnostics right. He had all but forgot about the huu-man he had upstairs.
Gir came running threw the lab, squealing as usual. "I made waffles!!"
"That's nice, Gir." Zim stared at the floor as he continued to pace, Gir stared at him for a second then jumped in from of him, startling the great Zim. Zim jumped, not expecting Gir to do that. "Gir! I am trying to work! Go make...more waffles..."
"But we're out of waffle maker!!!" Gir whined in his usual pitch.
"Gir!" Zim yelled at the robot, then he remembered Dib, and the fact that Gir wasn't wearing his disguise. "Why are you not dressed?!"
"Because I eated it!" Gir started to run in a circle around his master, annoying the already annoyed irken.
"The pig-smelly will see and recall!" Zim hissed at Gir, his tongue flicking out like a snakes.
"Oh! Big-headed likes my waffles! Big-headed likes my waffles!" Gir chanted as he continued to run aroung Zim.
Zim grabbed Gir's head the next time he ran in front of him, and picked him off of the ground with an annoyed expression. Gir continued to try running in the air, then noticed he wasn't moving, and slowly stopped.
"Go put on the disguise." Zim looked at Gir with a quirked eyebrow, as if questioning if putting him down would be a good idea or not.
"Yes, master!" Gir's normally teal parts glowed red, then went back to the teal color. Zim set him down so he could do as he had bidden him to. Gir ran off in a random direction, disappearing into the partially completed alien technology.
Zim looked back up at the large moniter mounted on the wall, sighed, and walked to his elevator thing. He came out of the trash can in the kitchen, which is where the elevator lead to. He looked at the Dib-stink seated at the table eating Gir's waffles, then scoffed. Zim took a seat at the table, and grabbed some of the waffles that filled the kitchen to the brinking point. He ate some of them, remembering that they weren't that bad. Gir was bad at a lot of things, and very disobedient, but he was good at making waffles and hiding in turkeys...
Dib looked at Zim oddly, as if asking what was happening. He was vary confused, and his face showed it.
Zim looked at Dib, and quirked his eyebrow again. 'Easy as pie...pie is hard to make...easy as...taking over a world...yeah...' "Dib-stink! I know you still have some of that gray squishy stuff in your head!"
Dib blinked at him, not understanding what he meant. "What gray squishy stuff?"
"What you huu-mans call brains."
"We huu-mans? Aren't you a human too? ...no...you have green skin..." It seemed Dib was starting to get back some of his memory. This would not work well for Zim, not work well at all...
"It's a skin condition."
"Odd skin condition."
"What do you know of skin conditions, Pig-smelly?!"
"Nothing...really..." Dib looked defeated in a way, for being yelled at. It pulled at the strings of Zim's organ. Kind of.
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Well, it's getting late and I have school in the morning!!!! AHHH!!!! The monkeys are trying to glue my eyes shut!!! No! I refuse to subit to their will!!! Please review! It's what got me to write this chapter. I'm thinking about touching up the first chapter. Tell me if I should!
