"Dib."

"Zim."

Zim glanced up at the black pane of glass on the wall where he was most certainly being watched. He turned and crouched, shielding the viewscreen from whatever observers he might have, and lowered his voice.

"What are you doing communicating from the Massive?"

"I was beamed here, you idiot."

"Beamed, what do you mean beamed?"

"I mean your stupid teleporter!"

Zim blinked. "Zim never teleported you to…" His eyes widened. "You FOOL, you broke into my base didn't you?" A crooked grin spread across his face. "You broke into my base, found something shiny, and pushed a button, DIDN'T YOU? HAH! And now you're on the Massive. Tell me, did they find you and make you a slave yet?" He laughed triumphantly. "They did, didn't they?"

His laugh faltered. Dib wasn't spouting any comebacks. In fact, it appeared that liquids were filling his eyes…

Zim grabbed the screen. "Holy flirk, Dib, what happened to your glasses?"

"They fixed my eyes," Dib mumbled, "So I would be ready for tests."

The alien frowned. "So if they fixed them, why are they leaking?"

Dib wiped his eyes hard and glared at the screen. "Look, Zim, you have to get me out of here."

"What are you talking about, Earth-smell? Zim doesn't have to do anything. In fact, I laugh at your situation."

Dib shoved his face into the viewer. "Look lizard-brain, if there was anyone else on this stupid thing I could call, I would. But I can't. I won't even ask you to come get me. Just hand the communicator to my Dad. You can do that, getting near the Professor shouldn't be too hard, you've done it before. He won't even suspect you're an alien."

At that, Zim did laugh. Bitterly. "You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you know just how he'll react? You idiot!" He snarled, leaning in. "He always knew! He knew from the first time he saw me through the viewscreen at the Parent-Teacher Night. He's just been waiting for the right time to catch me and make me a test subject."

"What are you talking about? My Dad always calls me insane when I say you're an alien."

Zim sneered. "It was all an act, Dib. He has me in a laboratory right now. I don't know why your precious parental unit played stupid for you, but he did, and now he has me. Something YOU always FAILED at."

Dib stared at the screen for a minute, then muttered, "You're stupid, you know that Zim? It doesn't matter who caught you, you've been caught. You're no longer a threat to Earth." He gave a small smile. "Which means, I won."

Infuriated, Zim hissed, "How can you say you won, when you probably have an Irken brand on your back at this very moment!"

Dib flinched, and brought a hand up to his shoulder. Zim grinned triumphantly. "See, I knew it."

"Look, Zim, just hand me over to my Dad, maybe he'll go easy on you if you let him know where I am."

"Forget it, Dib, you can rot on the Massive. I hope they turn you inside out for the fun of it."

"I hope they pull your guts out and show you!" Dib shouted.

"Saw off your legs!"

"Fill you full of water!"

"Stinky!"

"Ugly!"

"I hope you die!" They screamed at each other.

Dib was the first to cut the line of communication. Zim thrust his fist in the air and yelled, "Victory for Zim!" He grinned, but the grin faded quickly. What victory? He was alone again with the scientists. Not even them, because they were behind their infernal glass wall. At least Dib had been someone to talk to. He didn't even have GIR.

He shook that thought off. "Who needs them? I am an Invader, and I need no one. I am perfectly fine, and I will get out of here myself. With no one's help." He glared at the black glass. "You hear me, fools? I will escape, and when I do I will wreak such havoc on you, you will rue the day you EVER messed with Zim!"