Dear viewers I, the Sikeokilla would like to welcome you back to my humble abode.

Here in the Discreet Funeral Morgue our motto is:

The good die young and worms eat their insides

But the evil must live long enough for the guilt to do the same

Well I apologize for the break but I've been on bed-rest for a small while. Apparently when you're out in the heat the sun can give you burns bad enough to keep you hobbling and wobbling for a few days. Throwing up and nearly dying of heat stroke probably didn't help too much either. Plus my computer's been infected up to now. That isn't the important part though the important part is that the readers enjoy themselves. So without further ado about nothing.

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#1 Captor of the Crazies

My dear Captor perhaps it was best I was forced to wait to write this. Otherwise I might not have had your input.

I too hope my existence is somewhat meaningful. On a similar note mcdonalds might be the cause of death. The french fries I'm telling you no one else salts them like mickey d's.

Yeah he might be british *wink*. Got the idea from the show misfits.

#2Invader Hooniemay

Ah my good friend I am glad that you are well and I wish you all the best with your story. I would also like it to be noted that I enjoy a good pizza every now and again as well. And though I support everyone having a choice in story, and I respect the ZADR writers, I simply find that I cannot enjoy myself when I read them.

#3 Midnight776

Not reviewing was not a huge offense. It's not like you shot a nuke at my house. I'm glad that you're curious about the mystery person and though I wish it could be a villian. The people in my brain have already decided who the mystery people are.

#4 Invader Cakez

Dealing things out is fun but getting the recieving end is never as fun as the dealing end is it... heh heh heh. Still I must thank you for taking the time to exchange a pleasentry.

And so dear creeps and cretins it is time for the story. Don't forget to stop by the snack bar for our pickled ears and candied eyes.

Just Another Day in Paradise? Part 2

The group stood confused for a couple of moments just staring at the person in front of them. A rather skinny young fellow with blonde hair that was permanantly locked in a cowlick. Eyes that seemed to be colored gray despite his radiation of goofiness. As he stepped forward his hood seemed to swing around in an unnatural motion. "I've been looking all over for you. What you say we take a quick stroll out of this dreary building." He spoke in fluid american. The object formerly being held hanging at his side.

Dib seemed to recognize the person in front of them and jabbed his finger in the young fellows direction. "YOU!", he screamed in obvious agitation.

" Blimey, put yo finger down you barmy trainspotta." the boy hissed his fluid american slipping into a a quickly spoken brittish accent that was barely understandable.

"You two know each other?" Gaz questioned her brother with a rather inquizitive look on her face.

"That's De..."

The boy pinched a vein that was popping out of Dib's neck before he could complete the sentence. "Well if your brothers done making an ass out of himself shall we." He swung his hand in the direction of the door.

Gaz shrugged her shoulders "Not like we have anything important to do. But there's one problem with your plan"

The stranger swung Dib over his shoulder "And what's that?"

"Them." Gaz said nodding her head in the direction of the door was the bulk of the Zim fanclub and the Dib fanclub. The mob stood in a stand off with the group. No one moved. No one spoke. Out of the blue some random goth chick comes in the door behind the angry fangirls and starts to walk towards Zim, Gaz, Gir, Dib, and The mystery dude. One of the crazy fanchicks grabbed her and started whispering in her ear.

She rolled her eyes and started speaking whatever was being said aloud. "Okay they say we should hand over the heartthrobs but to show you that they have no hard feelings against you for attacking their sex idol they'll let you have the scary-looking girl." The one who was whispering to the goth had a light-bulb-over-the-head-moment and frantically started whispering into the goths ear. Ms. Dark and gloomy turns and stares at the girl before being shoved for lack of action. "They say that if you give him to them while he's still out of it they'll let you take the one with weird colored eyes too."

Little Ms. gothic closed the gap between herself and the mystery guy. "So what's it to be? Do we run, put em down, or bargain."

"It's too early in the morning for this rubbish." The boy said his voice slipping back into that british accent. Gaz noted that it only appeared when he was excited by the events around him."I say we use the time fing you did last time we was in a bloomin mess like vis one."

"Alright alright." The girl turned to look at Gir, Gaz, and Zim. "Just so you know the next thing you'll see will be a second later and about a mile away if I can keep it up that long." She threw her hands out and suddenly they were all in a bar.

"Oh good you're all fine. See I told you that last time was a coincidence. Anyways I assume you're expecting some kind of explanation, and it's one you well deserve. But we'll wait for your brother to come to in..." He grabbed his wrist and stared at it moving his lips in a silent count down. At the apparent end of this countdown he pointed at Dib who jolted upright.

As soon as Dib regained his senses he jumped up on top of the table and jabbed his finger at the by. He quckly followed this by leaning down in the boys face and hissing the words "So we meet again Death. Oh and I see you've brought the other Death of *Censored(name of city)*."

Everyone else stared at the two strangers. Even Gaz had her eyes wide open in awe and shock. "You two are death?" she whispered in disbelief.

"Well only for this city. You see..."

Dib quickly cut off the rest of the strangers words " God cursed Cain for killing his brother but the problem was that Cain actually had dual personas so he split the two of them up. One became the first known vampire in existence and the other was given the freat task of becoming master of death. The latter spirit was used in all the daily harvesting of souls but it just wasn't enough the spirit worked itself so hard it became nothing but bones hence the classic visage. So god allowed him to enter through the blood stream into any human host who was either willing or able depending on certain circumstances. The worlds population grew and with it deaths also grew. So two deaths are assigned to every major city in the world and one for the expanse between large cities."

"When you are chosen your identity disappears along with any knowledge that you ever existed. I was introduced through the blood contract between me and the previous death of this city. But Scabs over there was chosen at random ain't that right Scabs." The Girl sneered.

"Oh shut the 'ell up Teresa."

"I told you to call me Raven Darkfeather."

"And I told you to stop callin me Scabs."

They glared at each other for a few moments before Gaz stood and growled. "Just what the hell does this have to do with us?"

"Oh right." Scabs said suddenly remembering the thing in his hand. He tossed it across the table to Gaz. It was a piece of paper that read:

Specters

See the first ever performance of this up and coming alt rock band.

Rockies Road Shack

7 P.M.-2A.M.

"Well that's great for you and all but what's it got to do with us?" Zim questioned.

Scabs remained silent and this time Teresa was the one to do all the talking " Scabs over here booked this gig thinking we'd get it when we finally got a band together but it's still just him on bass and me on vocals. We know that Dib used to play drums for a band called bigfoot and the wolfmen. Gaz used to sneak out of the house when no one was listening and play electric guitar with a punk industrial metal band. Zim we know that you picked up a set of strings while you were running from yourself. And we know for a fact that not only does Gir beat box and rap, but he's also really popular for his cute and cuddly appeal. We know all about all of you."

"Did we just get asked to start a band with death?" Zim asked nonchalantly.

Gaz turned to him "Yes Zim, yes we did."

Betcha didn't see that one coming but then neither did I. That whole death thing is just something I've been tossing around in my head for a little while.

So remember stay weird but don't forget that without normal people there is no strange. For there to be an us there must be a them.

Poem of the Day:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If something smells bad
it's gotta be you.

Well so long faithful readers and just another reminder, let your freak flag fly as is inhumanly possible.

Symbolically and metaphorically yours

The sikeokilla

EWC