Hey, you get a doulbe update, simply because I cannot get this idea out of my freakishly twisted mind. Here ya go!

You know, I wonder what a short animation would look like if Johnny the homicidal maniac met Zim in the streets... (daydreams) Who would be crazier?

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Sizz-Lorr wasn't having a very good day. Gashloog and the rest of his help were taking care of things, true, but he was still one worker short... ZIM. Oooh, he would find that cursed ex-invader... oh how he would find him and make him pay! He was so close, to... just when he had almost had a reading on him, he moved too far away... so where was he now?

The scanner over the door dinged gently and he looked up from where he was mopping the floor. A short alien was being dragged in by another strange looking one, with green skin and pale eyes. He spoke in a deep voice most unlike Zim's.

"Please, kind sir, my, er... daughter needs food, we have come from very very far away and we ran out."

Sizz-Lorr took a good long look at the green one. Standard Irken clothing, but no visible PAK... perhaps it was just a wanna-be?

He then looked over the other one, the female and he raised a skeptical eye. The girl was a little taller than her "father" but much too thin. In fact, she looked dead on her feet! Her skin was pale, almost white.

He then noticed the bracelet around the green one's wrist and recognized it immediately. This alien had been stranded on some other planet and this sickly looking girl must be his jailer, not his daughter. If they were on the run, he should alert the Almighty Tallest...

He put his mop back down and approached the duo. He leaned in and took a good, long stare at the green skinned one, who stared defiantly back, and then at the female, whos eyes were pale like his but almond shaped and an unhealthy-looking green. Up this close, he could see her veins just beneath the surface of her skin. They were blue.

He grabbed the beard on the green one and it came right off, revealing a normal Irken neck. He then ripped the hair off, revealing antennae. The guy began to panic, and ripped his eyes out, revealing... Zim.

"Wait!"

He was about to rip Zim's head off, but was stopped by the surprisingly soft cry. Both he and Zim stared. It was the girl who'd spoken. She brushed her greasy dark hair out of her face, licked her lips and sighed.

"Don't... he's the only way... I could ever get off my home planet. He helped me. I don't think I'd like it if you kept him here or killed him," she said. Her voice was soft and very weak. She coughed and something red dribbled out of her mouth. Sizz-Lorr thought it might be blood. It wasn't green, so she wasn't Irken, and she was really too pathetic-looking to be wearing a disguise.

"Why not? Everyone on OUR planet HATES him," he growled, squeezing Zim's neck. He squealed and struggled, gasping for air.

She coughed and more blood splattered her porcelain white skin, like mud over a freshly washed ship. She looked him straight in the eye, reminding him of a wounded animal he'd seen somewhere.

"I'd be stranded, too. I have a ship, but... I don'no my way around yet," she replied.

Sizz-Lorr studied the girl a bit harder. She scratched her belly, accidentally lifting her shirt a bit, and he thought he could see bone beneath the equally pale skin. Strange an alien as she looked, there was no denying she was very sick. Even if he gave them food, she would probably die anyway. No harm, right?

He dropped Zim for the time being and went around back to the kitchen, thinking vaguely that he could poison Zim's food, then decided against it. He wasn't sure why.

He prepared a small, deep fried mooshminky and a large sack of Vort dogs and set them on the counter, a thought in his head already. He would place a tracking device in Zim's PAK when he wasn't looking and let him leave Foodcourtia. Soon, he would just be able to track him down and rip him limb from limb.

He wasn't so sure why he was taking pity on the sick alien... perhaps because she looked so pathetic.

"What planet are you from," he asked the girl.

"Different galaxy. Planet called... Earth," she managed to whisper. She was wiping blood off her face with the back of her delicate, five-fingered hand, but it wasn't doing much good.

He brought a scanner out of his own PAK and scanned the girl, both for signs of illness and to see if the food he'd prepared would even be compatible with her chemistry. He didn't want to kill her, after all. He was not that heartless. To his surprise, he saw a lot of organs inside her.

He saw them all, labeled and working. Her heart, which seemed slightly bigger than an Irken's and was set slightly lower in her chest. She had a stomach and intestines, a liver and kidneys... no squeedilyspooch. The good thing was, the food probably would not make her sick. He then scanned for whatever was making her sick and saw that with her body chemistry, she would need food, and soon. Her body... seemed to be digesting ITSELF from the inside out!

He shuddered, no longer feeling sorry for her, instead afraid she'd drop dead any moment! He gave her one of the Vort dogs and told her to eat it, and he took Zim by the antennae and dragged him out back into the kitchen.

"Gaah! Oooow! Let go of me! You're horrible, the PAAAAIN!!"

He released Zim's antennae and watched as he got to his feet, rubbing his head and wincing in pain. An Irken's antennae were extremely sensitive. He had meant to cause him pain, and he did.

He folded his arms and glared at the annoyingly tiny Irken.

"I won't ask what you're up to, ZIM, but I'm only letting you go for now because a death of ANY sort in my resteraunt would mean a lot of teadious paperwork, and I don't intend for that to happen," he growled.

Zim was muttering under his breath and caressing his bruised antennae, but he heard the word "death" and looked up, confused.

While he was distracted, Sizz-Lorr opened Zim's PAK and slipped a tracker inside.

"Death? She isn't dead, is she? Oh NO!! Is she a zombie??" he demanded, looking deranged.

His response puzzledhim for a moment.

"Huh? Zombie? ... no. She's starving to death, ... grrr, ENOUGH! Take the food and get out, Zim. But I will find you. I WILL track you down and I WILL bring you back for good," he threatened him.

"Yeah yeah, sure, whatever, FRY LORD, " said Zim sarcastically.

Sizz-Lorr grabbed Zim round the middle like a squeegee toy and growled. For good measure, he threw him out of the kitchen, over the counter and into the lobby.

Following him out, he saw that the girl was simply nibbling on the Vort dog he'd given her. Impressive. She was aware that the sudden intoduction of food to an empty ... stomach, was it? would induce vomiting, and so she was taking it slow instead of scarfing it all down like Eric the Blob.

Zim got to his feet and gathered up his fallen "disguise". He didn't look angry. He looked smug and Sizz-Lorr hated him for it.

Turning a slightly more sympathetic eye on the jailer, he put the food into a bag and gave it to her.

"After awhile, you'll be sorry you didn't let me keep him, exploding bracelet or no exploding bracelet," he said, so Zim couldn't hear. The girl managed a weak smile that looked grotesque with the dried maroon blood around her mouth.

"Thank you..." she said gratefully.

Sizz-Lorr was glad, at least, to see that on her way back to the door, she grabbed Zim by the upper arm and dragged him out.

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