Dib rambled about aliens and Bigfoot, and Gaz didn't bother to pretend to be listening. She preferred slaying Vampire Piggies to his insane ramblings. She knew Zim was an alien, but she still thought he was off his rocker. What a weird figure of speech! Watson, you're off your rocker and fifty feet away knittin' sweaters for the homeless aardvarks!...Wait, a story? Oh, yeah, my story! A road was blocked off, so they had to walk a different way. After a few minutes of walking, they heard a struggle in a dark ally. Dib, being the hero he was, had to go see what was going on. Gaz was using the sound of his steps to know which way to walk because she wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention. They walked down the dark ally (Cue creepy, ally-way music!), to find who had been making all the noise. Zim appeared to be wrestling a teenage girl (and kind of losing), while Gir watched, eating a taco.

"Zim? What're you-" Dib asked, but was interrupted by the girl.

"ZIM? SO THAT'S YOUR NAME! MWA HA HA HA HA! NOW I CAN FIGURE OUT WHERE YOU LIVE AND COME AND SLIT YOUR THROAT WHILE YOUR ASLEEP!" She pinned him, and held back her fist, clearly about to punch him in the face. Gaz had stopped playing her Game Slave to watch the fight.

"Off me, human girl!" Zim yelled, sounding unafraid. She growled at him.

"Now, you shall feel pain like no other! You will suffer until I feel my God's name has been avenged!" She punched him several times, and he managed to squirm away. He ran like there was no tomorrow.

"C'MON GIR! SHE'S CRAZIER THAN DIB!" He gasped, running as fast as his little Irken legs could carry him. Dib snickered when he saw Zim's many bruises. The girl flipped her hair and stood up.

"Hey, what did you mean when you said 'your God's name shall be avenged'?" Dib asked the girl. He could now see that her shirt said "Question Sleep" on the front, and "Z?" on the back.

"Oh! He insulted Him." The girl explained.

"Insulted who?" Dib asked. Gaz was listening to the conversation, too, wanting to see if the girl really was crazier than Dib. Like what you see so often in detective shows, we cut to a cafe, with no indication as to why or how they got there. As usual, it's implied that the- er -question ask-y people asked something, and the answer helps imply what it was.

"Hmm, but I wasn't being totally serious when I said I would find him and slit his throat while he's asleep. Actually, he may be able to see the wonderfulness in my God." The girl said.

"So...Um...Who is your god? How did Zim offend Him?" Dib asked. Gaz wanted to see if the crazy girl was going to beat Dib up.

"Oh, well, Zim offended Him by saying He was human. I mean, He says He is human, and has human parents, and doesn't usually say He is a god...But He is, of course." There was an awkward pause when it became apparent to everyone that this girl was crazy. Like, super crazy. Dib sighed. She was crazy, but pretty, so he might have a tiny chance with her.

"Who is your god?" He asked.

"...Jhonen Vasquez." There was a little pause when she said a normal enough name.

"What does he do that makes him...I mean, that made you see that he's a god?" Dib tried. Gaz snickered, holding her Game Slave in front of her face to hide a smirk. Wow, She thought.

"He wrote JTHM, and is hilarious...And He's a god." The girl said. Dib gave her a completely fake smile.

"Really? I'll have to...Um...look into that...Gaz and I gotta go!" He grabbed Gaz and ran away. "Remind me never to talk to an obsessed fan girl again," He hissed to Gaz after they were out of ear-range.

Honest question, people- Doesn't going out in public and acting like the fan girl sound fun? JUST to see people run away, sending the men in white coats after you? That's MY idea of fun.