Welcome back everybody. I sincerely hope that you've all enjoyed my small retreat. I also hope that you are thoroughly ready to begin enjoying the series once again. So without further ado here you are.

Tak glared down at the waffles in front of her, "I have mentioned just how viciously fucked we are haven't I?"

Zim stared at Tak with an expression caught between indifference and annoyance. "Yes you have told us. MANY times."

"How many more times are you gonna curse Tak? It's losing it's sting and I still haven't gotten to use any." Zeke stated dryly yet for once his anger wasn't mocking.

Gir smiled before screaming,"As many times as the author get in without getting trolled."

"Ignore this syrup covered robot of Zim's." Zim screamed throwing his arms around a smoke cloud where Gir had once been. "Where did my psycho robot with a younger brother complex go?" Zim yelled with a loud and concerned squeal.

Grimm gazed at her brother with confusion written on her face. "What's the big deal he'll be back right."

Zim grimaced "Yes but that'll be hours in the least extreme case. Most likely weeks but months are always a possibility."

Grimm grimaced (heh) "Really, that doesn't sound like a reliable thing for a SIR unit to do."

Zeke rolled his eyes "You're tellin me."

Gaz grinned at the thought of Gir, "Aw but this place just wouldn't be the same without Gir. It's that oddness that makes Gir so loveable. He's like the pied piper with women."

"Not to detract from Gir's awesome personality but I'd like to draw your attentions back to the planet-wide crisis approaching us. Matter of fact I calculate that whoever they send will be high up on the metaphorical ladder. I'd bet that the tallest themselves willeven show up just eo make sure that everyone knows how serious they are with this case. No trial or anything just obliteration of the guilty girl and whatever planet she's nearest."

Suddenly Dib jumped up on the table. "I must be the one to save humanity."

"So you have a plan?" Zim asked with a pointed skepticism.

Dib faltered "Well no not exactly..."

Gaz mimicked Zim's expression "Some awesome weapon of one kind or another."

"Well no but I.."

"I'm gonna stop you right there Dib. I'll admit that you have your strengths but it's obvious that planning and maintaining a weapons cache are not among them. I on the other hand..."

Zim didn't bother finishing this last sentence, instead opting to stomp on the tiled floor revealing a panel with numbers. After quickly tapping in the code he waited whilst the table sunk down to be replaced by a large metallic replica with all sorts of makeshift weaponry and other such equipment. "Created with both foreign and domestic parts and guaranteed to be all the more powerful for it. Now the plan is that we board the massive using a spacecraft of my own design and utelize the cloaking engine in order to board the massive. Everyone is in the landing party with the exception of Skoodge and Gir."

Skoodge glared up at Zim with a salute on his brow and hurt in his eyes "Sir I fell that I'm combat ready, sir."

Zim shook his head, "Skoodge you are to deal with your girlfriend's father."

"She'd not my..."

"Irrelevant."

"Fair enough."

"Gear up and then we're gone."

Gaz chose a large shotgun that had a scatter modifier attached and plasma in the shot wads, best used up close and certain to make quite a mess. Dib chose a standard issue laser rifle (assault infantry issue of course) with a firing speed amplifier and a hair trigger, mostly ordinary but with a little zip to it. Zeke chose a beam sword with a build modeled after the japanese katana, short sharp and quick. Tak chose a small slender looking pistol which practically vibrated with energy she had once heard zim describe it as a hand cannon in the smallest possible package. Mimi grabbed a hover board with bladed sides (Back to the future or into it?) lethal but fun. Zim picked up two small custom made pistols. When I say custom made I mean that Zim got the best part he could find and added it to the collage that formed his second best tech design.

Zim grabbed a duffel off of the table and threw it to Gaz and Dib. "You'll need these."

The whir of the zipper was followed by two gasps which were then followed by a second chorus of gasps. "Are these..."

"Yep, those are the first two fully operational Earth-Paks© they'll pull all of your vital organs into that metal housing, then the wires will attatch to your spine allowing you the use of your pak appendages. The number of appendages depends on the strength of the user. Four is pretty good three's average you get the jist of it just put them on, time is of the essence."

Gaz pak seemed to acclimate quickly to it's host and at the end of the process Gaz was propped up on six pak arms. Dib's Pak did not go on as well.

"AH IT BURNS!"

"No time to wait Dib you'll just have to adjust on the ride over to the massive." Zim screamed dragging a squirming Dib to the ship.

Hours later on the massive...

"Well that's rather disappointing." Zim said with a grimace at all the blood he didn't get to spill. The outcasts and the two humans were all staring up at Gir who was sanding over the decapitated bodies of the tallest with a sword he'd made by ripping the bumper off of an earth vehicle.

Gaz stared up at Gir with a platonic affection normally reserved for siblings "He killed just about everyone on this ship."

"Anticlimactic!" Gir screamed.

"My organs hurt." Dib complained grabbing at his back.

Zim shrugged his shoulders ignoring Dib's statement altogether "Eh ,that's one way to end it I suppose, good job Gir. Now let's all go home."

"And have waffles?" Gir coaxed.

Zim smiled with a resigned sigh, "Yes Gir," he grabbed Gaz' hand and looked into her eyes "and have waffles."

I like the end it's unpredictable slightly idiotic and completely anticlimactic. Yet in all that it also has a happy sappy finish.

Haven't decided if this is the 'true' end but I think I'll probably leave it like this. My only regret is that I didn't draw out the build up. Ah well.

TTFN
The sikeokilla
EWC

P.s. *Saints come marching in tune*

Oh when the hate mail

Oh when the hate mail

Oh when the hate mail comes flyin in

I'm gonna laugh my friggin butt off

Because hate can't make me change the end

EVERYBODY NOW!