Chapter 3: Perverts and Liars
Once his body had stopped twitching and his body had stopped burning, Zim managed to pull himself of the floor. He nursed his wounds the horrible toilet squid had given his head. His wet fake hair wouldn't stay out of his face and curl up on his head like it used too. Each drop of that horrid liquid stung as if vinegar had been poured over open wound. Even his long sleeved pink tunic, knee length black boots and pants were smoking from the contact wherever the small droplets touched. What was it Dib had screamed a while ago? Something about proof? Zims wondered. He couldn't hear very well since he had been screaming. His eyeballs opened wide. Oh no. Zim leaped off the floor and called, GIR using a strange intercom attached to a metal arm his PAK, thankfully, provided. "GIR, are you there? Answer me!"
"Yes Sir!" answered a very serious robotic monotone voice.
"GIR, I need you to prepare the cruiser just in case you got that?!"
"Slurpslurp-Wha?" a very confused alto voice answered back. Zim face palmed. He HATED that GIR couldn't stay in duty mode and switched back and forth-almost always -at random. It made his mission so much harder.
"Just warm up the voot. AND THATS AN ORDER!" Zim screeched.
"Yes Si-OOOH the scary neighbor man is back! HI NNY-NNY!"
"I told you don't call me that!" rang a very different tenor voice.
At this point Zim just gave up, put on his contacts, and retracted the intercom. And decided to visit the freak who lived down the street tomorrow to try to erase his brain...again. He sprinted through the hallway like nobody's business. Panic held a knife to his throat as he ran, urging him on. His squigleyspooch was doing cartwheels. He ran into the classroom to find Dib standing on top of the teachers' desk waving his arms wildly holding up a small white rectangle with a picture of-gasp-him!
"I don't understand! Why won't you look!? IT PROVES THAT-"
"YOUR A PERVERT!" someone from the classroom shouted. The rest of the class proceeded to boo and yell at Dib who just stood there in shock with his mouth open. His pale skin turning blooming pink. That gave Zim horrible idea.
"OH WHY ME", Zim moaned loudly trudging into the classroom to his desk by the door. All eyes were on the sad soaked little green boy with crocodile tears streaming down his cheek. "WHY DOES THE DIB STINK HURT ZIM SO?!" he dropped his head with a loud thump against the desk.
The whole class gave Zim pitying looks and a few girls even gave a few soft aww. Dib just stood there on top of Miss. Bitters desk outraged but silent.
"You okay Zim?" Zita the purple haired girl who sat behind him asked. Her voice sounding concerned. ITSWORKING ITSWORKINGYES! Zim thought triumphantly, never letting it show through his face.
" Zim was just playing soccer at recess like any other earthworm when suddenly the FILTHY DIBSTINK hit the ALMIGHTY ZIM in the face with the ball of black and white spots. I ran crying from the monster when I found a bathroom stall to hide in. After drying my cold tears of umm-teary tear fluids, I heard the Dib bang the stall door open. He took a picture of me then he accused ME of being an alien then proceeded to plunge my head in the toilet and beat me up! Pitiful meany human! WHY?"
"WHAT THE HECK IS YOUR PROBLEM DIB!" screamed the letter M. "WHY ARE YOU SUCH A FREAK?"
Soon the entire classroom was throwing things at Dib while Zim chuckled evilly.
"Enough of this!" Ms. Bitters roared standing up. All the objects hovered floating in midair as she rose her dark dress elongating as she towered over the other brats in the class. The objects in midair burst into flames spontaneously. Everyone in the class froze waiting for their sentence. Miss. Bitters resembled a praying mantis in a way with her large eyes hidden behind even larger shiny silver glasses, tall figure, her pinched old bitter face and the way she could snap at any moment and freak you crapless. "Dib go to the guidance counselor for brainwashing after today's lesson on cheese and I want to see your father here afterschool for a conference! Zim you are to stay after school and write 'I will not be a complete wimpy loser.' on every board in the school. Now both of you shut up!"
Dib got off her desk mumbling something about the universe while trying to ignore the hateful glares his classmates were giving him, while Zim wondered how to best erase the brains of that wacky 'scary neighbor man' a few houses down the street and how to sneak out without being caught. Maybe he'd visit the little boy next door again for his research. The worm baby was actually pretty good company and an AMAZING guinea pig.
*Authors note: PSYCH! NO GOOD DAY FOR YOU! Okay now we are going to pick up the story line m'kay? Remember to review. Flames? What the heck-BRING IT ON I'M ON A ROLL!*
