"Rise and shine, everyone! Did you all have a nice rest?" Dib asked in a very creepy voice.
"What the hell is going on?" one guy asked, still kind of groggy.
"I'm glad you asked, Chase." Dib said, walking back and forth on the indoor balcony, similar to how a teacher does during a lecture.
"You see, each one of you were brought here for a reason. Can anyone tell me that reason? Hm?" he continued.
Another guy raised his shackled hand.
"Yes, Jeremy." Dib said, pointing to him with the gun in his hand.
"You're insane!" Jeremy replied.
Dib chuckled and shook his head.
"Oh, Jeremy. You never were the brightest, were you?"
"Hey, I'm smart!" Jeremy exclaimed.
"Shut up!" Dib yelled.
Jeremy went silent, not daring to say anything else to the mentally unstable kid with a gun.
"Now then. We have some good news, and some bad news. The good news is, we aren't going to kill you. The bad news is, you're going to wish we would have." Dib explained, his voice going dark at the last sentence.
"Man, what is this? Some sort of stupid joke?" Chase asked in a tone that said he didn't think they'd do anything to them.
"I'm not laughing, Chase." Dib replied coldy.
"Dude, this is stupid." Chase continued to run his mouth.
Dib gave Zim a nod, and the masked Irken walked over to the blabbering jock, carrying an odd and dangerous looking device. He shoved the device in the jocks face, the sharp, arrow like spike at the tip brushing against his cheek.
"Get that thing out of my face!" Chase exclaimed, still trying to act tough.
Zim presses a button on the device and the spike went through Chase's jaw. Several wires shot out from the side of the device and stuck to the now screaming boy's face and neck. A harsh jolt of electricity was shot through the teens flesh, causing him to convulse. Zim continued to hold down the trigger until Chase was foaming at the mouth. He let go of the trigger and let the boy fall to the ground. He was unconscious, but not dead. Blood dripped down his face, and the smell of burnt flesh was rising in the air.
A girl shrieked at the scene.
"Anyone else have anything to say?" Dib asked the group.
No one made a sound. Dib chuckled and looked around the room.
"That's what I thought." the raven haired boy said.
Meanwhile, outside where the others were, someone had managed to escape. The petite girl ran blindly, not caring where she was heading, just as long as it wasn't here. She made it a little less than half way down the yard, makeup smeared down her face, and her blond hair was mess and kept falling in her face, when suddenly there was a loud "snap". The girl fell to the ground, screaming out in agony as the bear trap clamped around her tiny ankle.
Several guys on motorcycles, dressed in the same costumes as the ones hosting the party, circled around her after hearing her cries. They fired shots at her, barely missing her.