A tiny hole was dug into the soil. Zim heavily sighed as he sweated thoroughly. By the time I'm done digging this, they'll get to me! My PAK legs are too inferior to make holes! Zim dug faster and faster, for hours, the constant fear of being revealed an alien getting to his head. After hours, the hole was big enough to fit the cadavers.

"FINALLY!" Zim shrieked. More Mexicans stared at him. One said, "Now he's abusing humans too? Oh my god!" Zim killed all of them with his spider legs. "Great," he mumbled. "Now I have to make the hole twice as deep." Zim looked at GIR. "You know what, GIR? Let's just abandon these corpses at the moment. I don't think I can take anymore digging." The Irken retched, and retroceded to the border of Mexico. Zim stabbed the border patrol immediately, and dashed off with GIR. When he got back to America, he lamented, " I couldn't take it, the pressure… the horror… suspense… stress and strain, tied all up into me… of all things…" Zim sobbed to himself.

"There you are, let's get him!" lashed out a voice. It looked like the manager of the bank he had dropped by earlier.