To Rule, or Not to Rule
Written by: Cartman's Girl
Notes: Prepare for anime references, they smoosh up your head. And thank you to
all who commented on the measly four paragraph opening! I love you so much! So
much love to give. So I give you double!
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Chapter Two: The Plan is Revealed
"Gir!" Zim opened his front door wide and screeched out above the screams of
scarred children. The little scattered bodies made the whole street look like a
World War 2 battle field, ripped clothing, emptied pockets etc. etc. Gir looked
up at Zim from his place on the ground, trying to chew a pencil case. The black
puppy ears perked up, showing he was listening. "Get in here!" he made the
gesture of swift movement to his feet. Gir yawned, got to his feet and happily
toddled over the squirming in pain children, and through the door.
"Yes Master?" he asked as Zim closed the door quickly. "Are we going on a
picnic??"
"No Gir, no picnics." Zim said, walking to the table top which lifted up as he
approached it. "I have came up with the most ingenious plan! The plan that will
give me control of this planet! …or wipe out everyone and everything on it.
Either way, it'll work perfectly!" he and Gir were now making their way down to
the lab through a small elevator.
"Oooooo…" Gir said blankly, either really impressed or just saying it for no
better reason.
"Yes Gir, oooooo." Zim echoed, clenching a fist. He stepped out proudly into
his lab and up to his large control panel. "This plan will send me into such
technology I've only experienced briefly! And using their own metal work
deelies against them! Missiles, bombs, tanks, all at MY command! Planes no
longer functioning properly, terminals useless!" he then erupted into a well
called for burst of hysterical laughter. Gir joined in, laughing along until
Zim stopped. He giggled happily too.
Zim then gestured to what looked like a Air Port's Metal Detector, but it was
larger and blue light was shining at the passageway. Many metal cables traced
their way from the top of it, up to the ceiling of Zim's lab. Levers and
switches scattered the front.
"Behold Gir, the newest and latest way of transportation known to Irk and
Humans alike!" he patted it gently, "Oh you're my best invention yet, yes you
are! Yes you are! Who's my big strong machine that'll bring about the
destruction of all man kind? You are! You are!" Gir coughed loudly, snapping
Zim out of his hugging of his latest creation. "Ahem. Yes." He stood up
straight again, "Behold Gir! …my way of getting into… the Internet!"
"Wassa Internet?" Gir asked, since he never really had ever heard of such a
thing in his small life span. Zim blinked, staring at him for a while.
"You're kidding, you don't know what the Internet is?"
"Nope! Is it ta catch fishies?? I wanna fish! I'll love it, and hug it, and fry
it in a pan of batter! Mmmm." Gir rubbed his belly happily at the idea of
having fish for dinner. Zim scowled.
"Gir, the Internet is a giant… it's… it gives people information when they need
it, chat rooms to talk in, ways to send information across great miles of
distance in a blink of an eye, controls many FBI and other mean and nasty
organizations, and… and…" he trailed off, then waved a hand. "Either way, when
I take over the Internet everyone will be lost without their access to web
sites and chartrooms!" Zim then walked back to the control panel, hitting a few
switches. Within a short few seconds, he had on his lavender coloured suit on.
Gir was stood off to the side, watching dumbly. Zim turned to face him, a
dramatic pose included.
"Today… I infiltrate every human's home on this planet."
"What if they don't got the Internet?" Zim paused for a while,
"Then I'll cause pain and agony to their brain meats some other way!"
"…maybe I can fry all the fishies ina lake of batter instead…" Gir mused
quietly to himself, before getting a glare from Zim.
"No fish, Gir!"
"Aw!"
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To be continued! Will Zim's plan to infiltrate the Internet come true? Or
will Dib find out while cleaning his undies and save the day?? And will Gir get
his lake of batter fried fish? The answers to these questions and many more
will be answered in all due time. Keep ya shirts on.
[Wow, two pages in Word!]
