Here it is, the next chapter! Wh00t! X3 ok. Enjoy teh aftermath.

SLAM!

"Congratulations… you have now advanced to level 156."

Such was the greeting Dib received. He leaned heavily on the door, out of breath and panting. The world had seemed nothing more than a blur as he bolted from Zim's base. His brain couldn't process all that had happened. Green, lawn gnome, old lady in a wheel chair, waffle. He shut his eyes and slid down the door until he was seated firmly lop-sided on the ground. His chest still heaved, but other than that, his entire being had seemed to shut down.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't going to get any peace tonight.

Gaz materialized from the confines of the living room, her Gameslave 3 tucked away safely on her person. Dib didn't have to open his eyes to know she was creeping toward him with a glare on her face. What he didn't know was that she was holding a bat.

A loud whooshing noise and the flurry of stars behind his eyes let him know that bit of information.

But no, the insane amount of pain she had already inflicted was no where near enough. She had to speak to him, her voice like a jackhammer on his already fragile mind. "I told you Dib…" she hissed "that if you bothered me you would pay…" Dib could only groan in response, remaining unmoving. Gaz opened one of her eyes, expecting a slew of begging and pleading. "Well?" she got no answer "Dib… are you dead?" she blinked, slightly nervous at the thought of what her dad would say if he found out. She relaxed as Dib began to shakily lift himself up.

"N-not now Gaz… I- I really don't need this tonight…" He coughed, lifting his hand to feel his head for lumps or a bloody gash. Gaz cocked a brow at him, "Geeze, you're a mess" Dib cracked open his eye, wincing slightly, "No shit Sherlock, you just smashed my head in with a bat." She looked at the item in question, throwing it to the side before kneeling down.

"No… I mean before that. Why were you out of breath?" she paused to think for a moment "Did you and Zim have break up or something?" Dib glared in her general direction, unsure of which of the three Gazs to take a swipe at. "We did not break because we can't break up because we are not together." He stated firmly between clenched teeth. He finally got back on his feet, leaning rather drunkenly against the doorframe. "Leave me alone Gaz, I'm not in the mood."

He grabbed an umbrella to use as a walking stick and headed up to his room, leaving Gaz alone kneeling on the carpet. She shrugged and leapt back on the couch, pulling out her Gameslave to conquer level 156.

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"Nhgg… GIR! GIR, COME HERE! OBEY YOUR MASTER!"

The little robot's feet clinked on the hard floor as he neared the fallen alien. He saluted, his eyes turned red for a moment. "Yes sir!" His demeanor changed quickly though, his eyes switching back to turquoise "Awwww… did you get a boo-boo?" The little SIR leant forward, flipping open its head to pull out various band-aids to offer its master.

Zim was not amused. He swatted the metal hand away, gripping the antenna on top to hoist himself up. "No, GIR. I do not have a 'boo-boo'" he made quotey fingers around the child-like word the robot used. "Go fetch me cleansing chalk and… and something else I'll find use for." The robot stared for a moment, then smiled widely "Okie- Dokie!" The metal feet clunked on the floor as it walked off, leaving Zim to think about what just happened.

He had the human… he had him. The Dib was putty in his gloved hand. Such power… and yet was it was unlike anything he felt as an invader. He had seated himself behind some of the most powerful weapons known in the universe, he had commanded the most advanced in Irken technology… and yet this feeling he felt was unlike any of those. Could that mean the Dib-human was the most powerful power of them all?

"Impossible, why would that stinking flash bag be holder of the greatest power in all the known universe, and NOT THE GREAT ZIM!"

Realizing he had shouted out the last part to the empty room, the invader gave up and sloughed forward to the couch. His clawed hand grazed over the injuries Dib-stupid had caused. He began grumbling to himself, cursing the Dib for taunting him with so much power. For taunting him with all those little noises he made and submissive- ness he feigned. For taunting him with the addictive Dib-taste he possessed. For taunting Zim… with something he didn't understand. The invader rocketed to his feet, immediately regretting the decision when he felt a dull ache spread through him. Zim shook his head, and, ignoring the ache he called for GIR.

Ever the faithful servant, he dropped down from the ceiling; a pack of cleansing chalk and a rubber piggy in hand. "Yes master!" Zim stared at him for a moment, then looked idly to the window. "GIR, I have a special assignment for you… so pay attention…"

"…Whut?"

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Ah, the end of another (kind of short) chappie. The next one will be up sooner or later. Oh, by the way, lemme know if I should take it further with the "stuff." You're feedback would help me a lot. Remember to review!