Another day or so had passed, it was so hard to tell now. The lights remained the same no matter what time of day it was and even if there was a window, it would be a constant darkness and give no sign of time. Surely this, if alone, would be hell. It had gotten to a stage where we no longer took our helmets off. We needed an particle of clear air we could get and this was the best way to get it. I was positive the end was going to come at any time now. Nearly every moment, me and Dib spent out time with our hands clasped together, so that if one of us was to slip away, they wouldn't be alone.

We were barely conscious when the bars of the cell were forced open and we found ourselves being dragged upwards through the Massive. They didn't even bother blindfolding us, they knew we were no threat anymore. I vaguely recognized the route we were taking, we were being taken to the Tallest. What for now? Were they actually going to kill us?

There they were, Red and Purple. Did they even have names? They stood before us looking despicably smug and... tall. I hadn't eaten anything in over a week, my insults weren't good, okay? They stared down at us and folded their arms.

"So, you're still alive, I see Zims stubbornness has rubbed off." Purple sneered.

"Zim has nothing to do with that, I assure you." Dib replied, glaring up at them.

"Well, we need the cells for our other prisoners from our resent invasion of the planet Blorve, so as we haven't actually invaded your planet and Zim has vanished, you're of no use to us." Red explained.

"So what now?" I snapped.

The Tallest looked at one another and nodded.

"We're sending you to banishment on the planet Foodcourtia, they can have some use for you."

"Can't you just send us home instead?" asked Dib.

"Oh yeah... I suppose we- OW!" Purple clutched his head in pain as Red smacked him.

"No, you've seen to much. Now be gone with you!" Red ordered before we could argue further.

We were forced into more advanced headgear that actually seemed to be restoring out energy. They claimed it was because we had to be healthy for our future labour service. I wasn't sure if I was happy or depressed by this. This wasn't fair. I was going to be a famous author and publish stories, not work on a distant planet as a slave for the rest of my life. And Dib, he was a paranormal investigator, studying the mysteries of the universe, not work for it. This was horrible. Now that we had regained the energy to feel, we now wished we couldn't.

Just as we were about to be forced to leave the presence of the Tallest, I suddenly found myself on the ground. My ears were buzzing from the increasing sounds of explosions. Flames scorched the air, making me cover my face instinctively. I could hear Dib yelling in confusion not far away from me. I tried to open my eyes but there was smoke everywhere. Then, I heard it.

The sound of loud, cackling that was fuelled by the joy of destruction. I knew that laugh all too well. I managed to prise my eyes open and met Dibs gaze. He stared at me in horror, and yet a faint smile could be traced. I knew exactly how he felt. We managed to get to out feet and find all the guards had been blown backwards by the explosion.

There, standing at the mouth of the madness, were three figures. The smallest, waving madly in out direction. Another with violet hair arching her brow in annoyance. The taller, the one laughing, beamed down at us. He leapt towards us and pulled a tattered piece of clothing from behind him and threw it at me.

"Zim?" Dib gasped.

"Silence, Dib-worm!" he spat, "I noticed that I had accidently stolen the Amy's jacket-clothing-thingy. That is the reason I am here... now I leave you!"

"What? Seriously?" I cried in desperation.

"AMY-CAKES!" GIR rushed to embrace me, which I returned instantly.

"Shut it, Zim!" Gaz spat, glaring at the green pilot, "Get moving you two, I'm missing a Game-Slave convention for this."

Zim shuddered at her words, but there was a glint in his eye I hadn't seem before.

"Uh... what she said..."