Gaz glared out the window of the ship, watching the shining planet of Meekrob slowly begin to shrink. A glint of maroon caught her eye.

"Hey, what's that?" she asked, pointing to it.

Both Irkens turned from torturing the slaves, gasping at the aptly named ship.

"It's the Massive!" Zim dashed over to the window. "What's it doing so close to Meekrob?"

"I'm checking it out," Tenn made for the docking station.

Before exiting the room she spun and faced one of her SIRs. "You! Guard the prisoners and make sure none escape."

It saluted, eyes flashing red briefly. "I like gardens!"

The only ones whom paid attention to this remark were the prisoners. "Umm….What?"

Gaz, seeing as she didn't have a gameslave within a few thousand lightyears of her, decided she would find some other doohickey aboard the ship to entertain her. She silently wandered the halls a bit until a familiar voice entered her ears nonchalantly and filled her with a horrible rage.

Dib.

"Then you must help me!" announced another annoying voice. "Help me defeat the Irken menace that has taken over my ship!"

"I can't," Dib replied apologetically. "Zim helped me so I'm helping him."

"Zim?" the voice was filled with a garbled mixture of shock, fear, and amusement. "Did you say Zim? He's here? Right now?"

"Wow, Dib," Gaz stepped out of the shadows. "You found another person like you. What are the odds?"

"Gaz?" Dib turned, eyes wide. "What are…Oh, never mind."

"Who are you, creature?" demanded Lard Nar, snarling.

One of Gaz's eyes opened threateningly. "Be quiet! I don't have my Gameslave around."

Dib fell into a fetal position and kept his mouth shut. The Vortian gave Gaz a confused look.

"Game slave? You have slaves for games? Your race sounds about as horrible as the Irkens!" Lard Nar acted as if Gaz's presence was disgusting.

Dib quietly scooted away from Gaz's growling.

Meanwhile, Zim was contacted by Tenn from the Massive. Using the magnetic field, the Resisty's ship was pulled into the looming Massive. Zim made a panicked scramble to find the humans.

Gaz was unleashing an unspeakable evil upon Lard Nar when Zim bustled in.

The Vortian clawed his way toward the surprised Irken and whimpered. "Help me."

He was quickly pulled back into the pain.

"Umm," lamely started Zim. "Humans, you'll need these."

He pulled out two rods from his PAK. Gaz released Lard Nar from her grip as Dib uncurled himself, wiping off dust.

"What is it?" Dib held one up and peered at it. "Some sort of alien monitoring device?"

"It's a Reconfigurer," Zim answered. "I believe it will feel odd as it enters your air tube. Put it in your mouth."

"GAKKK!" Dib fell on the floor, choking as the Reconfigurer adjusted to his genetic structure.

"Psh," Gaz rolled her eyes. "Whiner."

"What did it do, Zim?" Dib sucked air into his lungs.

An evil grin split across the Irken's face. "It's attaching itself to your FILTHY AIR TUBE and reconfiguring the air you suck in to match your genetic requirements!"

"Wait, why didn't we get one when we were on Meekrob or whatever it's called?"

"Fool! Planet Meekrob has a surprisingly identical atmospheric makeup to your horrible planet."

"You forgot to give them to us, didn't you?"

"HA! Irkens never forget! I just didn't feel like remembering."

Dib face-palmed.

A rumble vibrated through the ship and a computerized voice echoed through the halls. "Docking complete. Welcome aboard the Massive. We hope you are here as guests."

"The Massive!" shrieked both Dib and Lard Nar.

"I thought you were making that name up when you made up that shoe alien thing," Dib looked at Zim.

"I gotta get out of here!" Lard Nar yelled, making to dash away.

Zim pinned down the Resisty leader with a spider leg. "Why would I then threaten to land the Massive which turned out to be a Vortian ship on your gargantuan head?"

"Vortian ship?" Lard Nar suddenly stopped struggling.

"My head isn't big!" Dib shouted. "But you do have a point about that."

"So YOU'RE the one!" growled Lard Nar.

"The one what?" Zim asked, slightly curious now.

"YOU'RE the reason the Resisty lost a ship, went into HIDING, and had to team up with the Meekrob!" the Vortian shouted in rage. "Do you KNOW how annoying those guys are? They take total control whenever they can't get what they want and the always talk in that annoying multiple personality way and they are always so freaking calm! It's aggravating!"

"Wait," Dib interrupted. "Did you even want to team up with those guys?"

"No! It was an act of desperation!" Lard Nar folded his arms.

"You could ally with us," suggested Dib. "Zim's leaders kinda kicked him out of the empire."

"He's Irken all the same!"

"But we will need your assistance," Zim added. "The human planet Earth is my property and the Irken Empire has allied to it."

The Vortian paused. "An alliance?"

"Yes," nodded Zim.

The Vortian growled, screwing his face up in thought. "FINE! But I'm allied to the humans! Not you, Irken skum!"

Zim smirked. "Your crew will be released."

Tenn came dashing down the halls. "Something is wrong with the Tallest!"