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Now... you'll be warned. This chapter... is insane. It's just plain insane. But then, I am insane, aren't I? Hehehehe. XD But be warned... someone else has some fun this time. ;P

Chapter Eleven: A Challenge to Topping Them All

"Auuuughh...,"

"Serves you right,"

Red moaned as he laid on his back, his robes open from the neck to his waist. He moaned, chocolate covering his mouth and claws, as a big goofy grin crossed his face.

"Heh, suppose so," he purred, thickly. He lifted one of his claws to his mouth and licked at it, tasting the chocolate that covered it. "But, damn, it was worth it,"

"... You get sick from eating too much sweets and think it's worth it?" Purple eyed him, exhausted. He crossed his arms over his chest, which was covered with chocolate and caramel smeers. He blinked and flicked off a pink sprinkle, which bounced off of Red's head and landed on the bed.

"No, getting sick isn't...," Red amended. He looked at Purple, a mischevious grin on his face. "... but the way I got it was!"

Purple squeaked as Red pounced on him, pinning him to the bed.. However, the action aggrivated his aching Irken stomache. With a pained squeak, Red collapsed on to Purple and moaned.

Purple blinked repeatedly, then sighed.

"... Maybe you should try a different brand next time," he muttered, absently. Red tensed and looked up at him, grinning.

"You mean you'll let there BE a next time?" he asked. Purple blinked, then blushed as he realized what he had just said.

"Um... well...,"

"Yessssss," Red purred. He leaned up and licked Purple's cheek, who shivered. "I'll add honey to my dessert next time,"

Purple blushed even brighter.

"... you're a pervert,"

"I know,"

Outside of the room, the two guards shivered uncontrollably and shook their heads in disbelief.

"Unbelievable...," the first muttered. "They do... THAT... more than anything else!"

"I believe that being kinky has quickly become their favorite past time, by far overlapping eating...,"

"Or blowing things up...,"

"Or fighting...,"

"Or throwing us shorter individuals down the trash chutes,"

The guards cringed, then sighed. A moment of silence came as the two stood, taking comfort in the fact that the other was just as miserable and tortured as they were. A small squeak issued from the Tallests' room, followed by a very evil purr. The two guards looked at each other once more.

"... They're doing it again?"

"Totally unbelievable,"

The guards sighed once more, then blinked and grinned evilly at one another.

"... Though, of course, I wouldn't mind seeing Tallest Purple naked,"

"Heh heh heh,"

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Zim darted down the street, dodging humans as he scrambled to find his way back to the base. He twisted and turned down the streets in a panic, his body begging for a break but his hysteria refused to allow such a thing. Unfortuntely, Dib had chosen a hotel at the far side of the city. Such a fact meant that Zim had absolutely no idea where he was and was forced to simply scramble about with hopes of finding something he recognized.

Much to Zim's chargin, what he found was someone he wasn't too pleased to see.

As Zim rounded the bend, he found himself running face first in to a long, slender figure in an eerie black dress. Zim fell on his back and whimpered, then glanced up and stared in shock.

Ms. Bitters peered down at Zim, her face in a twisted snarl. However, when she realized who it was, she seemed to almost...

... Grin.

Zim shivered in sheer terror.

"Why hello Zim," Ms. Bitters hissed, arching her back as her claw-like fingers wiggled. "You look... lost,"

"Uh... Zim... does not get lost!" Zim whispered, slowly backing away. He yelped when Ms. Bitters hunched over and grabbed his claw, dragging him to his feet. Zim whimpered at the feel of Ms. Bitters' cold, clammy hand as it squeezed his own tightly.

"You poor doomed boy," Ms. Bitters growled. Zim slipped his claw free and scrambled back. He rubbed his claw, as if it burned, and looked at the teacher warily. He glanced about, then paled.

He was outside of the highskool.

Zim's eyes lit up with sheer joy; for once, his Irken tracking skills had not failed him! The Irken was so delighted that he hugged himself and cackled, insanely.

Ms. Bitters raised an eyebrow, curiously, and then slithered closer. A soft hiss issued forth, alerting Zim to the teacher's movements. Zim looked up and stared at Ms. Bitters, who sneered at him.

As the teacher drew closer and closer, Zim felt an uncontrollable urge to run. Something about the teacher bothered him; there was a look in her hideous demon eyes that made every Irken instinct scream in horror.

When Ms. Bitters was no more than a few inches away, Zim gave in to his instincts. He ran, screaming like a little skoolgirl being chased by a dirty old man with a camera.

Zim ran down the streets, now familiar to him, as he screamed. People stopped and turned to look at him, some confused while others mildly disturbed. Zim was oblivious as he charged down the sidewalk, his body wanting air but continuing its screams.

The Irken screamed for a good ten minutes before he stopped, gulped for breath, then continued screaming. After another ten minutes, the Irken was still screaming as he rounded the corner and charged through his fence to his front door.

When he arrived at his front door, Zim leaned against it and let out a pained sigh. He massaged his temples and muttered.

However, he couldn't sake the feeling that something was wrong.

Zim blinked, then glanced about. His eyes widened when he saw a box, surrounded by meteor fragments, with its lid torn off. Zim inched closer and peered at the side, then blinked again.

"A package? From my Tallest?" he muttered. He looked inside the box, then sighed. "Empty... GIR must have done something," he growled. With another sigh, Zim straightened himself up and turned to the front door. He scowled as he opened it, preparing to scream at GIR with all the air that remained in his body.

The house was deadly silent.

Zim stared, thoroughly taken back. Cautiously, he slipped inside and glanced around. The room was perfectly clean and, more importantly, devoid of GIR. Such a fact terrified Zim far worse than Ms. Bitters did.

Zim gulped and turned about, peeking outside to see if he could see his SIR unit. When he saw no sign of GIR, Zim stepped back and closed the door.

"Computor! Run a scan for any intrud-,"

"What you doin', bitch!?"

Zim blinked and snapped his head about to stare.

GIR scowled at Zim, his eyes glowing with a brilliant pink. He wore a large, fuzzy pink sweater and skin-tight bellbottom pants, green in color with neon pink dots. A gold necklace hung around his robotic neck, complete with an amulet that looked oddly like a squeaky moose head, and white gloves hid his metallic hands from sight. A large white fadora rested on his head, complete with a humongous peacock feather, and high heeled fuzzy slippers in the shape of pink pigs covered his feet.

"GIR...?" Zim blinked. "... What is this nonsense!?"

"That what I's askin', BITCH!" GIR growled.

"... What is this... 'bitch'?" Zim stared, confused.

"Don't be playin' wit' me, skank!" GIR hissed, waving a tiny gloved fist at Zim. "You betta not be shakin' yo' bootie for someone else!"

"... Shaking... bootie...?" Zim looked thoroughly flabbergasted. He yowled and scrambled back when GIR lunged at him, trying to grab him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"You'z my bitch!" GIR purred. "If anyone be seein' yo' bootie, it's ME!"

"NO!" Zim shrieked, leaping away and landing on the couch. "I shall show NO ONE my... 'bootie'!"

"Awww, baby, don't be like that!" GIR crooned.

"THE MIGHTY ZIM IS NO ONE'S BABY!" Zim roared, then yelped as GIR pounced on him. Zim struggled as GIR's robotic hands pawed at him. When GIR's hands touched a certain lower area, Zim screamed and kicked GIR in the face. GIR fumbled back, then shook his head.

"Aw, baby, why's you always gotta be makin' me hit you?" GIR snarled. Zim opened his mouth to speak, then yelped when GIR slapped him across the face. Zim grapped his cheek and stared, outright bewildered, at GIR.

Zim was even more bewildered when GIR's head suddenly tilted, sparking violently. His eyes flashed pink, then returned to their normal color. He blinked repeatedly, then grinned cutely.

"I'm going to hug you now!" GIR announced, then lunged and glomped on to Zim's leg. Zim squeaked and shook his leg, trying to shake off GIR.

"LET GO OF ME THIS INSTANCE!" Zim roared. "You're malfunctioning! I'm going to have to run a diagnostic-," Zim paused, then stared at GIR.

"HUUUUG!" GIR crowed.

"... That's not hugging...," Zim looked slightly freaked out.

"I know,"

"...," Zim's eyes widened, then he shrieked in alarm and began to flail his leg, hysterical. "LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!" Zim roared as GIR moved in a definite manner that was not a hug.

"I love Master!" GIR purred.

"Let go! I command you!"

"I love Master! I'm LOVING Master!"

"I SAID LET GO! IMMEDIATELY! NOW!"

"WHEE-!"

"NOOOOOO-!"

Outside, one of the neighbors looked up from watering her garden. She blinked as Zim hopped about just inside the window, GIR clamped on to his leg and moving quite oddly. The woman blinked even more, then felt her forehead. After she was certain she wasn't experiencing a fever, she shook her head and continued to water her garden.

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Gaz looked up sharply as Dib walked in through the front door, humming happily.

"... You certainly seem happy," Gaz's eyes narrowed, her hands tightening around her Game Slave.

"I guess that's because I am!" Dib grinned at her. "I got to kiss Zim,"

Gaz's cheek quirked in to a vicious smile.

"I did, too," she said. "First,"

Dib blinked, then scowled at her. Gaz grinned, then returned to her game.

"It doesn't matter," Dib growled. "Even if you did get to kiss him first... that'll be a hallow victory when I win the war!"

"Oh?" Gaz opened an eye and peered at Dib. "You think you can beat me?"

"I know I can," Dib hissed. "I know Zim better than anyone! You can't possibly beat me to him!"

"Sounds like a challenge to me," Gaz opened her other eye and fixed Dib with a piercing glare. "And I accept it,"

Dib faultered, then snarled and crossed his arms.

"Fine then!" Dib snorted. "First one to capture Zim... and KEEPS HIM... wins!"

"Heh," Gaz grinned. "I don't even need to doom you. You're doing that yourself,"

"We'll see, Gaz," Dib smirked. "I assure you, I won't lose,"

Gaz chuckled evilly and glanced at her brother, then returned to her game.

"Neither will I,"