WARNING: Yes! Another warning! I dunno, I'm insane. I'm just warning you for the sake of warning you. I could be up to anything. Just not yet. Hehehe.
Chapter One: DO NOT RESIST THE HUG
"GIR!" Zim shrieked, panicked. GIR looked up, confused, then shrugged and returned to his show. Zim clenched his fists, then began to lock the door. The click of metal issued as every lock was set. "Lock the windows! Seal off all exits! THAT IRKEN MUST NOT-"
"Hiii Zim!"
Zim froze. He stared, stupidly, at the bright red door before him and its many locks. He remained perfectly still for a few moments, before glancing behind him. His skin turned a pale green as Fab grinned at him, waving cutely. The alien stood directly behind him, a large and adorable grin plastered on its face, as its antenni twitched occasionally. The poorly lit room cast Fab in a demented light, accenting every crease and curve.
A moment of complete silence passed before Zim chose to speak.
"How... did you get in?" Zim asked, trying to keep himself from shaking. Fab shrugged, then grinned wickedly. The twin orbs of gold seemed to spark, like an electrical burst, and focused intently upon Zim. Zim gulped, eyes widening.
"Now that I have greeted you... II MUST GIVE YOU A HUG,/i" Fab announced.
"What!? NO! Stay away!" Zim yelped. He scrambled away as Fab leapt at him, arms outstretched. He tore across the room, the other Irken close on his heels.
"DO NOT RESIST THE HUG," Fab declared, knocking over tables and lamps while in pursuit of Zim. Zim leapt over GIR, then whirled to face Fab. Fab cackled, then attempted to run around GIR and get to Zim. Zim yipped and ran in the opposite direction. The two ran circles around GIR, in a hopeless chase, as the S.I.R. continued to watch the scary monkey.
"GIR! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE! Keep that... that... FEMALE IRKEN... AWAY FROM MEEEEEE!" Zim squealed.
"Female? How can you tell?" GIR blinked, looking up from his show.
"Shut UP, GIR, and HELP MEEEE!" Zim shrieked. He leapt off of the couch and grabbed on to the painting of a small green monkey that was attached to the wall behind it. He hung there, kicking at Fab while the female Irken tried to hug his leg.
"Yes Master!" GIR saluted, his eyes blazing red before reverting to their pale blue. He waddled over to Fab and tapped her shoulder. Fab turned to look at him, blinking. "HI! I'm GIR!"
"HI GIR!" Fab cried. She then tilted her head and grinned, wickedly. "Now that I have greeted you... iI MUST GIVE YOU A HUG,/i"
"HUG!" GIR squealed, stretching out his arms to greet Fab in a giggling embrace. The two hugged each other, cackling insanely, as Zim looked at them. He felt a lump form in his throat and shook his head.
"By the Tallest... what have I done to deserve such a blight upon my mission?" he muttered. He rubbed his eyes, then scowled when he realized the two were still hugging. He cleared his throat. Fab and GIR ignored him, hugging each other and squealing like children.
Zim cleared his throat once more, looking highly irritated.
Fab cackled and began to rub GIR's belly, who flopped on to his back and mewled happily.
"EXCUSE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," Zim thundered, dropping down from the painting to land on the couch. Fab and GIR looked up at Zim, then smiled brightly.
"HI ZIM!" the two cried.
"Um. Yes. Hi," Zim blinked, rather taken back. He yelped when both Fab and GIR looked at him, wickedly.
"Now that I have greeted you...," Fab began.
"iI MUST GIVE YOU A HUG,/i" GIR finished. The two jumped to their feet and ran at Zim, who let out a startled squeak and jumped back on to the painting.
"DOWN! DOWN!" Zim cried as he climbed. He clung to the top of the painting, shivering, as the insane S.I.R. unit and Fab tried to grab his legs. "CEASE AND DESIST!" he yelled. "THERE IS AN IMPORTANT QUESTION I MUST ASK!"
"Do not resist the hug!" Fab growled, jumping to grab Zim's boot. Her claws clamped on to the article of clothing, which she hugged tightly. Zim whimpered and shook her off, losing his boot in the process. Fab landed on the couch with a squeak, then glanced at the boot and continued to hug it. Zim's cheek twitched as he quickly glanced around, then gasped and pointed at the television.
"LOOK! It's a scary monkey!" he cried.
"Oooo?" GIR and Fab whirled about, eyes wide with curiousity, and sat down in front of the television. Zim watched and waited to see if the danger had truly passed. When it seemed that the two would not attempt to hug Zim again, he cautiously climbing down from the painting, and retrieved his boot.
"Now...," he sighed. "... Fab... why are you here?"
"Watching the scary monkey on this strange screen thing," Fab replied, her gold eyes shimmering as the monkey was reflected off of its faceted surface.
"... No, why?" Zim repeated himself. "You do realize you're a wanted Irken, don't you?" he added, peering at her curiously.
"I am?" Fab blinked.
"... Yes?" Zim stared. "You... destroyed an entire galaxy, as well as your S.I.R. and a faction of the Armada that had been sent to help you invade the inferior lifeforms,"
"I did?" Fab blinked once more.
"... Yes...?" Zim muttered, uneasily. "YOU remember, don't you...?"
"Nope," Fab shrugged, then glanced at the television to watch the monkey. The monkey bared his teeth, causing Fab and GIR to yelp. "Scary monkey!"
"This baffles me... and I am Irken! I do not baffle!" Zim grunted. "How is it that the great Fab... one of the most powerful Irken Invaders... could be like this? And so short? I was told she was almost as tall as the Tallest! Now she's...,"
Zim glanced at Fab, then scowled and tapped his chin.
"... As tall as me?" Zim shook his head. "She was brave! Glorious! Powerful! ... And she did not hug! NO! NO HUGGING! Where did this hugging come from!? WHERE?!"
"HUSH," GIR hissed.
"The monkey might do something and we don't want to miss it!" Fab agreed. Zim scowled and sat on the couch, glaring at Fab and GIR.
"How is it that her intelligence deteriorated to the level of... the level that it is?!" he mumbled. "The Tallest said she knew the secret of...," Zim gulped. "Of... the Dreaded Song-That's-Name-Is-Forbidden-To-Speak-Even-Though-That-In-Itself-Is-A-Name!" he whispered, as if afraid that someone might hear him. Thunder rumbled suddenly, filling the house with an immense sense of doom and darkness. GIR and Fab were oblivious to it, though Zim shivered uncontrollably. "Where the Tallest wrong about...? NO! The Tallest are NEVER WRONG! Noooooooooooo... there must be another reason!" Zim hit his palm with his fist. "I will discover this REASON... and I shall... do something...! ... ABOUT IT! YES!"
Zim began to cackle, his voice carrying through the house. GIR and Fab glanced at Zim, then turned up the volume to the television and inched closer.
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"Where are you gooooing?" Fab asked, peering closely at Zim. Zim adjusted his black wig, casting Fab an irritated gaze. He adjusted his Irken uniform before turning to fix Fab with a pointed gaze.
"I am going to Skool," he replied. "You are to stay here with GIR. ... AND you are not to destroy anything!" he added, pointing at Fab. "NOTHING! Do you heaaaar meeee!? NOTHIIIING!"
"I want to go to Skool too," Fab giggled.
"NO," Zim snapped, putting his gloved claws on his hips. "You are not to go! You are staying here! HERE! HEEEERE!"
Fab's lower lip trembled as her eyes began to water. Zim's cheek twitched. With a mutter, he stormed out of the door and slammed it behind him. Fab stared, stupidly, at the door for many moments before turning to look at GIR.
GIR sat on the couch, munching on cupcakes. The two looked at each other; something unspoken seemed to pass between them. The two giggled insanely before leaping to their feet.
Within moments, Fab and GIR were running out the door and in to the streets. GIR was in his green dog costume, tongue sticking out and flapping in the wind. Fab somehow managed to get some sense and stole some of Zim's contact lenses, which she used to cover her gold eyes, as well as a wig of bright gold, shoulder length hair. Where the common sense had come from, not even Fab knew. The odds of any more sensible actions was highly unlikely.
The two of them quickly skipped down the street while humming to themselves. Fab's new "hair" bounced about, its spiked bangs dangling over her eyes. Fab giggled to herself at her "cleverness", then quickly tied the wig in to a ponytail with a pink ribbon that she had pulled out of nowhere. She shook her head, squealing with delight as the ponytail swung back and forth.
GIR waved his small arms, then grabbed Fab's wrist and tore down the street with a squeal. Fab mimicked the squeal, kicking her legs with delight, and clung to GIR.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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Zim shivered, suddenly, as he sat at his desk in Skool. He glanced about, warily, then sighed. He had been hit with an overwhelming sense of misfortune. He knew it must have something to do with Fab and GIR; he only hoped that the house was still there when he returned.
Zim looked up at Mrs. Bitters, watching as she continued to growl about the futility of breathing and the fact that everyone was doomed. The rest of the children sat in their chairs, in stupified silence. An occasional trickle of drool crept down the mouth of a child. Only Dib was mildly aware, choosing to cast Zim poisonous gazes ever so often. Zim's cheek twitched. He grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, then stared down at it.
"I cannot let Fab jeopordize my mission," he thought, glaring at the paper as he chewed in the yellow pencil. He winced as he realized what he was doing and spat out the wood pieces. "I was a fool for letting them be together, unsupervised! Who knows what stupidity those two are wrecking!?"
Fab and GIR sipped, happily, upon two orange brainfreezies. They sucked on the straws, creating loud slurping sounds, as they sat on a bench outside of the convenience store they had purchased their brainfreezies from. GIR glanced at Fab and giggled, then pointed down the street. Fab looked up, then nodded vigorously.
"As for the threat that is Fab... I fail to see why the Tallest believe that she destroyed many of the Irken Elite. She shows no sign of hostility. On the contrary! She is so... so devoid of hostility that it disgraces the Irken Empire! It makes no sense! Nothing she does makes sense!" Zim snarled as he tapped the tip of his pencil on the paper.
Music blared, loudly, as bright colors flashed about. The room was pitch dark, save for the dance floor. Humans danced upon the bright, multi-colored surface, which seemed to light up randomly and acted as the origin of all light in the club. GIR and Fab were among the many dancers, their movements graceful and elegant.
"But wait... what if this is some advanced Irken Survival Tactic?" Zim blinked. He tilted his head. "GIR is programmed to act as such... as he is advanced. His actions are meant to confuse the enemy... I, myself, sometimes have doubts as to whether or not it is all an act! Perhaps Fab is using the same tactic?" Zim shivered. "... And is planning to kill me the second I return to base...?! Is she truly that diabolical!?"
Fab and GIR twirled about on stage, their feet quickly tapping as they performed the highly complicated dance that was Riverdance. They were spurred on by the screams of encouragement and cheers from the other dancers, who had stopped to watch in awe at the flawless movements. The Irish music blared over the speakers as the Irken Invader and the 'advanced' S.I.R. danced on the floor, never missing a beat.
"I must study her... and either obliterate her for the good of the mission... or use her for my own benefit. The Tallest would be most pleased if I defeated the fabled Fab! YESSSSS!" he hissed. "And she has no idea... no thought of my intentions! That fool... how dare she trifle with THE IRKEN ELITE! Even if she was one,"
"Ai ai ai! Your little butterfly!"
Fab panted as she danced upon the odd machine in the corner, fast-paced music blaring from it. She tapped and stamped upon a platform, prompted by the screen before her. GIR mimicked her every movement, cackling. Humans stared in surprise, watching as she performed the dance as easily as if it were second nature to her.
"Dude... she's been getting rank AAA in every dance she does! Even Afronova, Dynamite Rave, Paranoia KCET, Paranoia Rebirth, and Graduistic Cyber!"
"She's unstoppable!"
"Is she inhuman!?"
"No... she's incredible!"
"I wonder if she's single?"
"With THOSE moves? No way!"
Fab continued to dance, then cackled insanely as she achieved an AAA in the game. She raised her gloved claws to the sky in triumph.
"I AM GOD OF DANCE DANCE REVOLUUUUTIOOONNNNNN! FEAR MY POWERS OF DAAANCE!"
Zim chuckled to himself, pleased with his own cleverness.
"And when I have dealt with Fab... then I shall continue my conquest of Earth!" he grinned. He stretched and leaned back, no longer concerned. "I wonder, though. What are those two doing...? The house will be such a mess... filthy... and germy... ish," he sighed.
"Ahem,"
Zim blinked and glanced about. He realized that the entire class was staring, intently, out the window. Even Mrs. Bitters was glaring at the window, though she looked highly annoyed. Dib, who had been the source of the sound, was gazing at Zim. His expression was accusing, an eyebrow quirked. He jerked his thumb out the window.
"Is that yours?" he asked. Zim felt his stomach drop as he slowly turned to look out the window.
Fab squealed happily as she waved her arms. She was too short to simply stand and peer in the window, so she was jumping up and down to look inside. Her eyes glittered with delight as her gold hair bounced around.
Zim paled drastically as Fab shrieked and banged on the window.
"HIIIIIIIIIII ZIM!"
Chapter One: DO NOT RESIST THE HUG
"GIR!" Zim shrieked, panicked. GIR looked up, confused, then shrugged and returned to his show. Zim clenched his fists, then began to lock the door. The click of metal issued as every lock was set. "Lock the windows! Seal off all exits! THAT IRKEN MUST NOT-"
"Hiii Zim!"
Zim froze. He stared, stupidly, at the bright red door before him and its many locks. He remained perfectly still for a few moments, before glancing behind him. His skin turned a pale green as Fab grinned at him, waving cutely. The alien stood directly behind him, a large and adorable grin plastered on its face, as its antenni twitched occasionally. The poorly lit room cast Fab in a demented light, accenting every crease and curve.
A moment of complete silence passed before Zim chose to speak.
"How... did you get in?" Zim asked, trying to keep himself from shaking. Fab shrugged, then grinned wickedly. The twin orbs of gold seemed to spark, like an electrical burst, and focused intently upon Zim. Zim gulped, eyes widening.
"Now that I have greeted you... II MUST GIVE YOU A HUG,/i" Fab announced.
"What!? NO! Stay away!" Zim yelped. He scrambled away as Fab leapt at him, arms outstretched. He tore across the room, the other Irken close on his heels.
"DO NOT RESIST THE HUG," Fab declared, knocking over tables and lamps while in pursuit of Zim. Zim leapt over GIR, then whirled to face Fab. Fab cackled, then attempted to run around GIR and get to Zim. Zim yipped and ran in the opposite direction. The two ran circles around GIR, in a hopeless chase, as the S.I.R. continued to watch the scary monkey.
"GIR! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE! Keep that... that... FEMALE IRKEN... AWAY FROM MEEEEEE!" Zim squealed.
"Female? How can you tell?" GIR blinked, looking up from his show.
"Shut UP, GIR, and HELP MEEEE!" Zim shrieked. He leapt off of the couch and grabbed on to the painting of a small green monkey that was attached to the wall behind it. He hung there, kicking at Fab while the female Irken tried to hug his leg.
"Yes Master!" GIR saluted, his eyes blazing red before reverting to their pale blue. He waddled over to Fab and tapped her shoulder. Fab turned to look at him, blinking. "HI! I'm GIR!"
"HI GIR!" Fab cried. She then tilted her head and grinned, wickedly. "Now that I have greeted you... iI MUST GIVE YOU A HUG,/i"
"HUG!" GIR squealed, stretching out his arms to greet Fab in a giggling embrace. The two hugged each other, cackling insanely, as Zim looked at them. He felt a lump form in his throat and shook his head.
"By the Tallest... what have I done to deserve such a blight upon my mission?" he muttered. He rubbed his eyes, then scowled when he realized the two were still hugging. He cleared his throat. Fab and GIR ignored him, hugging each other and squealing like children.
Zim cleared his throat once more, looking highly irritated.
Fab cackled and began to rub GIR's belly, who flopped on to his back and mewled happily.
"EXCUSE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," Zim thundered, dropping down from the painting to land on the couch. Fab and GIR looked up at Zim, then smiled brightly.
"HI ZIM!" the two cried.
"Um. Yes. Hi," Zim blinked, rather taken back. He yelped when both Fab and GIR looked at him, wickedly.
"Now that I have greeted you...," Fab began.
"iI MUST GIVE YOU A HUG,/i" GIR finished. The two jumped to their feet and ran at Zim, who let out a startled squeak and jumped back on to the painting.
"DOWN! DOWN!" Zim cried as he climbed. He clung to the top of the painting, shivering, as the insane S.I.R. unit and Fab tried to grab his legs. "CEASE AND DESIST!" he yelled. "THERE IS AN IMPORTANT QUESTION I MUST ASK!"
"Do not resist the hug!" Fab growled, jumping to grab Zim's boot. Her claws clamped on to the article of clothing, which she hugged tightly. Zim whimpered and shook her off, losing his boot in the process. Fab landed on the couch with a squeak, then glanced at the boot and continued to hug it. Zim's cheek twitched as he quickly glanced around, then gasped and pointed at the television.
"LOOK! It's a scary monkey!" he cried.
"Oooo?" GIR and Fab whirled about, eyes wide with curiousity, and sat down in front of the television. Zim watched and waited to see if the danger had truly passed. When it seemed that the two would not attempt to hug Zim again, he cautiously climbing down from the painting, and retrieved his boot.
"Now...," he sighed. "... Fab... why are you here?"
"Watching the scary monkey on this strange screen thing," Fab replied, her gold eyes shimmering as the monkey was reflected off of its faceted surface.
"... No, why?" Zim repeated himself. "You do realize you're a wanted Irken, don't you?" he added, peering at her curiously.
"I am?" Fab blinked.
"... Yes?" Zim stared. "You... destroyed an entire galaxy, as well as your S.I.R. and a faction of the Armada that had been sent to help you invade the inferior lifeforms,"
"I did?" Fab blinked once more.
"... Yes...?" Zim muttered, uneasily. "YOU remember, don't you...?"
"Nope," Fab shrugged, then glanced at the television to watch the monkey. The monkey bared his teeth, causing Fab and GIR to yelp. "Scary monkey!"
"This baffles me... and I am Irken! I do not baffle!" Zim grunted. "How is it that the great Fab... one of the most powerful Irken Invaders... could be like this? And so short? I was told she was almost as tall as the Tallest! Now she's...,"
Zim glanced at Fab, then scowled and tapped his chin.
"... As tall as me?" Zim shook his head. "She was brave! Glorious! Powerful! ... And she did not hug! NO! NO HUGGING! Where did this hugging come from!? WHERE?!"
"HUSH," GIR hissed.
"The monkey might do something and we don't want to miss it!" Fab agreed. Zim scowled and sat on the couch, glaring at Fab and GIR.
"How is it that her intelligence deteriorated to the level of... the level that it is?!" he mumbled. "The Tallest said she knew the secret of...," Zim gulped. "Of... the Dreaded Song-That's-Name-Is-Forbidden-To-Speak-Even-Though-That-In-Itself-Is-A-Name!" he whispered, as if afraid that someone might hear him. Thunder rumbled suddenly, filling the house with an immense sense of doom and darkness. GIR and Fab were oblivious to it, though Zim shivered uncontrollably. "Where the Tallest wrong about...? NO! The Tallest are NEVER WRONG! Noooooooooooo... there must be another reason!" Zim hit his palm with his fist. "I will discover this REASON... and I shall... do something...! ... ABOUT IT! YES!"
Zim began to cackle, his voice carrying through the house. GIR and Fab glanced at Zim, then turned up the volume to the television and inched closer.
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"Where are you gooooing?" Fab asked, peering closely at Zim. Zim adjusted his black wig, casting Fab an irritated gaze. He adjusted his Irken uniform before turning to fix Fab with a pointed gaze.
"I am going to Skool," he replied. "You are to stay here with GIR. ... AND you are not to destroy anything!" he added, pointing at Fab. "NOTHING! Do you heaaaar meeee!? NOTHIIIING!"
"I want to go to Skool too," Fab giggled.
"NO," Zim snapped, putting his gloved claws on his hips. "You are not to go! You are staying here! HERE! HEEEERE!"
Fab's lower lip trembled as her eyes began to water. Zim's cheek twitched. With a mutter, he stormed out of the door and slammed it behind him. Fab stared, stupidly, at the door for many moments before turning to look at GIR.
GIR sat on the couch, munching on cupcakes. The two looked at each other; something unspoken seemed to pass between them. The two giggled insanely before leaping to their feet.
Within moments, Fab and GIR were running out the door and in to the streets. GIR was in his green dog costume, tongue sticking out and flapping in the wind. Fab somehow managed to get some sense and stole some of Zim's contact lenses, which she used to cover her gold eyes, as well as a wig of bright gold, shoulder length hair. Where the common sense had come from, not even Fab knew. The odds of any more sensible actions was highly unlikely.
The two of them quickly skipped down the street while humming to themselves. Fab's new "hair" bounced about, its spiked bangs dangling over her eyes. Fab giggled to herself at her "cleverness", then quickly tied the wig in to a ponytail with a pink ribbon that she had pulled out of nowhere. She shook her head, squealing with delight as the ponytail swung back and forth.
GIR waved his small arms, then grabbed Fab's wrist and tore down the street with a squeal. Fab mimicked the squeal, kicking her legs with delight, and clung to GIR.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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Zim shivered, suddenly, as he sat at his desk in Skool. He glanced about, warily, then sighed. He had been hit with an overwhelming sense of misfortune. He knew it must have something to do with Fab and GIR; he only hoped that the house was still there when he returned.
Zim looked up at Mrs. Bitters, watching as she continued to growl about the futility of breathing and the fact that everyone was doomed. The rest of the children sat in their chairs, in stupified silence. An occasional trickle of drool crept down the mouth of a child. Only Dib was mildly aware, choosing to cast Zim poisonous gazes ever so often. Zim's cheek twitched. He grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, then stared down at it.
"I cannot let Fab jeopordize my mission," he thought, glaring at the paper as he chewed in the yellow pencil. He winced as he realized what he was doing and spat out the wood pieces. "I was a fool for letting them be together, unsupervised! Who knows what stupidity those two are wrecking!?"
Fab and GIR sipped, happily, upon two orange brainfreezies. They sucked on the straws, creating loud slurping sounds, as they sat on a bench outside of the convenience store they had purchased their brainfreezies from. GIR glanced at Fab and giggled, then pointed down the street. Fab looked up, then nodded vigorously.
"As for the threat that is Fab... I fail to see why the Tallest believe that she destroyed many of the Irken Elite. She shows no sign of hostility. On the contrary! She is so... so devoid of hostility that it disgraces the Irken Empire! It makes no sense! Nothing she does makes sense!" Zim snarled as he tapped the tip of his pencil on the paper.
Music blared, loudly, as bright colors flashed about. The room was pitch dark, save for the dance floor. Humans danced upon the bright, multi-colored surface, which seemed to light up randomly and acted as the origin of all light in the club. GIR and Fab were among the many dancers, their movements graceful and elegant.
"But wait... what if this is some advanced Irken Survival Tactic?" Zim blinked. He tilted his head. "GIR is programmed to act as such... as he is advanced. His actions are meant to confuse the enemy... I, myself, sometimes have doubts as to whether or not it is all an act! Perhaps Fab is using the same tactic?" Zim shivered. "... And is planning to kill me the second I return to base...?! Is she truly that diabolical!?"
Fab and GIR twirled about on stage, their feet quickly tapping as they performed the highly complicated dance that was Riverdance. They were spurred on by the screams of encouragement and cheers from the other dancers, who had stopped to watch in awe at the flawless movements. The Irish music blared over the speakers as the Irken Invader and the 'advanced' S.I.R. danced on the floor, never missing a beat.
"I must study her... and either obliterate her for the good of the mission... or use her for my own benefit. The Tallest would be most pleased if I defeated the fabled Fab! YESSSSS!" he hissed. "And she has no idea... no thought of my intentions! That fool... how dare she trifle with THE IRKEN ELITE! Even if she was one,"
"Ai ai ai! Your little butterfly!"
Fab panted as she danced upon the odd machine in the corner, fast-paced music blaring from it. She tapped and stamped upon a platform, prompted by the screen before her. GIR mimicked her every movement, cackling. Humans stared in surprise, watching as she performed the dance as easily as if it were second nature to her.
"Dude... she's been getting rank AAA in every dance she does! Even Afronova, Dynamite Rave, Paranoia KCET, Paranoia Rebirth, and Graduistic Cyber!"
"She's unstoppable!"
"Is she inhuman!?"
"No... she's incredible!"
"I wonder if she's single?"
"With THOSE moves? No way!"
Fab continued to dance, then cackled insanely as she achieved an AAA in the game. She raised her gloved claws to the sky in triumph.
"I AM GOD OF DANCE DANCE REVOLUUUUTIOOONNNNNN! FEAR MY POWERS OF DAAANCE!"
Zim chuckled to himself, pleased with his own cleverness.
"And when I have dealt with Fab... then I shall continue my conquest of Earth!" he grinned. He stretched and leaned back, no longer concerned. "I wonder, though. What are those two doing...? The house will be such a mess... filthy... and germy... ish," he sighed.
"Ahem,"
Zim blinked and glanced about. He realized that the entire class was staring, intently, out the window. Even Mrs. Bitters was glaring at the window, though she looked highly annoyed. Dib, who had been the source of the sound, was gazing at Zim. His expression was accusing, an eyebrow quirked. He jerked his thumb out the window.
"Is that yours?" he asked. Zim felt his stomach drop as he slowly turned to look out the window.
Fab squealed happily as she waved her arms. She was too short to simply stand and peer in the window, so she was jumping up and down to look inside. Her eyes glittered with delight as her gold hair bounced around.
Zim paled drastically as Fab shrieked and banged on the window.
"HIIIIIIIIIII ZIM!"
