"Dib-Worm, you will sit before the almighty Zim and deal with my presence for as long as I can stand to communicate with you and your big head, even when I feel I am going to go insane from how hugely annoying it and you are!"

It was the run-on sentence he had never expected to hear, especially from his sworn enemy. Dib's eyes jerked up from his molding skool lunch food, glasses nearly falling from his face. One eye was narrowed, the other wide as can be as he noticeably stiffened, staring across the table at the green skinned boy. Dib felt that the space between the two was most certainly not enough as he tried to scoot back. Zim's eyes were set on Dib's, seemingly holding him there as the minutes ticked on. He finally found a response for the alien.

"W-what!?" he choked out, wishing he had picked up a dictionary or an extra set of vocal cords as his voice cracked unpleasantly. He hoped Zim wouldn't notice, as he seemed set on something Dib couldn't comprehend. Sure enough, the alien was still staring intently at him, arms crossed. Dib felt like a creature under a microscope and internally shuddered; he had wanted to make Zim feel that way since day one. How quickly the tables turned…

"You will sit, eat your disgusting worm-baby food, and listen to me," Zim's voice was hushed, almost coming out in a hiss as Dib was tempted to flee the cafeteria right then. His curiosity got the best of him as it typically did, so he stayed glued to his seat, even nodding slightly. "Now, I have been trapped for the weekend, working in my amazingly secret and powerful base as I typically am, all alone, right?" Zim phrased this as a question as Dib moved his head in a sort of circular motion. "Wrong!" His fist came down on the table, making Dib's tray of food jump along with the boy himself. "I was stuck, trying to work on an amazing plan to destroy-or, more or less embarrass you- and oh, how I was interrupted! Over, and over, and over again by that incompetent robot!" Dib wondered if Zim's eyes could grow into smaller slits as he continued his story. He half smiled to himself as he noticed that the alien talked with his gloved hands. They were flailing about as Dib suppressed a snicker.

"And then, oh only then, when I was this close to completing the ray," He held his fingers about a centimeter apart from each other to, once again, demonstrate with his hands the frustration he was feeling, "Did he come flying down into the lab and crash into the highly volatile machines that I needed to complete my doom ray! That stupid, impossible, horrible-" The stream of words continued without remorse as Dib merely watched and listened, frightened gaze slowly turning amused. He didn't look away from Zim's livid face, even when the bell rang. Zim heaved a long, heavy sigh before standing with a clearing of his throat.

"Well, I must depart to class Dib-Worm, as should you." It was not as long of an ending sentence as Dib had expected. He inwardly cringed at the thought that he was expecting, and even hoping, for Zim to amuse him. He stood also, jumping up.

"W-wait, Zim!" He called, reaching to put a hand on his shoulder, but slapped himself across the face before going through with it. 'Too much is too much, Dib…' He thought as he saw the alien turn with an apathetic look on his face.

"What could you possibly want of me, the amazing ZIM!?" He shouted, the cafeteria nearly empty. Dib paused, then took a deep breath and a curious, business-like look on his face.

"Did we just have…a conversation?" He questioned, unable to keep his amused expression at bay. Zim stared at him with a glare that melted into horror, but then back into loathing.

"No. This never happened, Dib-Worm," He stated simply, turning his back to the boy. He glanced over his shoulder back at Dib who returned his glare with a slightly hopeful look. "But, if we must call it something, it would be a vent, if you will…Be gone with you, disgusting big-headed Earth boy." And with that Zim was gone into the hallway, leaving Dib with a dumbstruck smile across his face and one thought in his mind.

"Well…He's more human than I thought…"

Alright, I may redo this and make it a bit longer, but I was too tired to work too hard on it. I just wish for some more reviews and ideas! Send 'em in, anyone! You gotta know that even Zim has stuff to vent about.