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Chapter Thirteen: Victory

12:37 PM Lunch Room

"Could you believe the look on her face?" Dib laughed out. He calmed down enough to take a sip of milk. Winnie and Zim were sitting on the opposite side of him uploading the video of the previous event onto YouTube from Winnie's cell phone.

BLAH!!!

Dib felt his stomach turn when he heard the audio of the video play from the phone. He was sure if he had had a visual he would have lost his lunch too.

"Guys, how can you watch that during lunch? Some of us are trying to eat!" the boy felt is stomach churn again.

"Psshhh! The food they serve here is more likely to cause vomit…" muttered Zim as Winnie put her cell phone back in her pocket. "It's like they want us to drop dead."

Meanwhile on the other side of the cafeteria a little malnourished boy did just that.

"You know- I keep getting the feeling something's wrong."

….

….

"YOU!" Zim and Winnie screeched pointing at each other. They instantly backed away from each other.

"What are you doing sitting at our table!?"

"Your table?! Zim was here first!"

"Screw off! We're going to destroy you!"

"HA! Destroy me!? You'll never even get the chance because I'll destroy you and this pitiful planet first!"

In a flash Zim and Winnie were at each other's throats. Zim wasn't about to let her get the upper hand this time! He swiped his gloved claws at her face. It didn't draw blood, but it was still painful. His shirt was jerked forward and he went flying across the cafeteria. Shrill shrieks rose up from the people at the table he had landed on, which happened to be the popular table. Food and drinks had sloshed all over the place. Zita cried louder than anyone, flipping her hands trying to get the mess off of her new dress.

"Gretel! Gretel! Why didn't you shield me with your head?"

"Um… I- uh- that isn't my name, but- um? It's okay I guess and I- uh…" Gretchen struggled timidly with the words knowing the wrong ones would get her in trouble with her "friend".

"Forget it! Just clean me up!"

Winnie jumped up and tried to strangle Zim as he wallowed in mashed potatoes that slowly burned his skin. His vision began blurring and survival mode kicked in as he grabbed something that he slung over his head. A loud soggy smack told him he had hit the girl head on. Her screams pieced his antennas as she retreated back to her table.

"EW! Dead Cow! He hit me with dead cow Dib!"

Zim took a deep, satisfying breath before standing up again. He laughed boisterously with his fist on his hips. Somehow despite never conquering anything, Zim had a great victory pose.

"Stupid Winnie-Stink! Victory for Zim!"

This was however short lived as the prep skool dressed thugs from the popular group grabbed Zim by the ankles and hoisted him into the nearest garbage can. Well, at least he had his victory over Winnie….