Sorry this chapter is so late. Once school starts up I'll be back on a regular schedule so updates should be more frequent.
AkaMurasaki: You won't have to wait long for preggers Purple ;) I try real hard not to make the smut scene too 'human' and use words that makes sense for the two to use, so I'm happy to hear you are liking the scenes! Purple is super cute XD just don't tell him that to his face, unless you call Red cute too lol. Also happy belated Birthday! Thanks for all your encouraging words and for being a continued reader!
kawaiicake22: They are one of my favorite ships! A sexy bundle of emotions and instincts indeed!
It occurred to Purple, about two cycles after their full mating, that he had never initiated a mating with Red. They had only mated fully that one time, but in the past two cycles they had mated several times with their male parts. Sometimes Red would catch him staring, and then he would touch Purple and they would mate. But it was always Red that touched him first, touched antennae first or tasted first. Thinking about it made Purple feel like he was loosing in some competition, one that he was entered in but then forgot about.
Frowning, Purple stared down in thought at the snacks before him. The next batch with readers had arrived and he offered to go get them as Red fetched the last batch. Purple picked up a reader and was momentarily distracted from his thought by the annoying ding-ing coming from the reader. Once his hand touched it, it recognized his bio-signature and immediately downloaded all his personally addressed messages.
Mik had sent him ten 'NOT-READING-THIS-COULD-BE-FATAL' urgent messages, which gave off this annoying sound until he opened them. Scowling at the screen Purple flicked his finger along all of them to open them and stop the antennae-grating sounds. He barely looked at the messages, already knowing what they said. Dropping the reader back on the tray, Purple brought the snacks out to the common area.
"Don't touch the reader," Purple warned, setting down the snacks. "It's just messages from Mik."
Red stopped his hand just above the reader and instead moved to grab a donut. He took a bite before speaking. "Shouldn't we contact him soon? I'm surprised he hasn't tried to come here in person."
"It's only a matter of time," Purple agreed with a sigh as he sat down next to his mate and co-Tallest. Red peered down at Purple's reader, reading the open messages as he continued to snack. Purple watched him read and was once again struck by how strongly he felt for him. He felt such possessiveness towards Red, but there was protectiveness too. He would do anything to protect Red, to keep him by his side. There was also this odd warm feeling he felt around Red. It wasn't as strong as the possessive feeling, but Purple liked this feeling more. Everything just seemed slightly better with Red next to him. Snacks tasted better, work was less tedious, funny things were funnier, and he just felt happier. It was good. Red was good.
Feeling content, Purple leaned against Red, resting his head on Red's shoulder while he gazed down at the snacks. Choosing a chip bag, Purple popped it open, taking a few for himself then holding out the bag so Red could have some. Pleased by the offering, Red took a handful and lowered his donut so Purple could have a bite. They snacked for a while until Red finally took a reader and had to open all of Mik's messages so the dinging stopped.
"We really should contact him," Red said after closing all the messages pleading for their response and begging for news of any progress they made.
"Hmm," Purple said in a neutral tone, "After."
"After what?" Red asked.
In answer Purple tilted his head to lick the underside of Red's jaw. It was time to even up the score. It started with tasting; tongues entwined, mouths locks, which led to their antennae rubbing against each other. Purple straddled Red on the couch, taking the lead as they almost feverishly touched each other. Soon both their male parts were out and pressed together, but before they could gain too much friction Purple pulled away.
"I have something important to say," Purple said sitting back on Red's thighs. During their tasting he managed to push Red down on the couch so he could straddle him.
"What?" Red asked his eyes slightly glazed as his hands roamed over Purples legs, waist and anywhere Red could reach.
"I spoke with Mik two cycles ago."
This made Red pause and listen,as it was not what he had been expecting Purple to say.
"He went to the Control Brains with a request, and the Control Brains agreed," Purple leaned down and trailed his tongue along Red's lips. "They are going to acknowledge us as mates, and imprint it in our PAKs so we will officially belong to each other."
Red's eyes widened, "R-Really?"
Purple leaned back and gave his mate a sly smile, please by his reaction. "Yes, once we tell Mik we've mated, you will be mine and I will be yours. In the Control Brain's data we will officially have possession of each other."
Red's astonishment turned into a wide smile.
"Wouldn't you say this was a special occasion?" Purple asked grinning down at Red.
It didn't take long for Red to catch on and he copied Purple's smile. "Very special," he agreed and tilted his antennae to meet Purple's. Their antennae intertwined and they tasted each other's tongue and mouth, just relishing in the sensations. Purple shifted and Red's male part began to wiggled against the outside of his female opening. This time Purple slowly lowered, Red's hands on his thighs helping him move. Both of them gasped and shivered as all their pleasure-sensitive areas were stimulated. Purple sat flush against Red's hips and Red's wiggling organ circled around the deeper section, rubbing against the sealed opening. Red moaned and shifted under Purple, causing more internal friction, making Purple responded in kind.
The internal sensation was amazing, but Purple's male part was wiggling around and feeling extremely needy. He began touching it, but it wasn't enough. He needed to feel Red. He wanted to feel Red.
"Red," Purple panted as he rocked against his mate. "My male part."
Red didn't need much more explanation and he wrapped one hand around the squirming organ. He was rewarded with a pleased hiss from Purple. Red's tongue flicked out, tasting the sweet scent in the air. It was proof that Purple was his mate and he couldn't get enough of the sweet smell. Knowing from their last full mating that the tip of the male part liked being lightly squeezed, he rubbed Purple's end between his two fingers.
Purple cried out with a jolt and Red felt Purple's inner parts give way, letting his male organ slip further inside. As the small internal opening tightened around the end of his male organ Red did the same and squeezed Purple's tip. Purple gripped the fabric of the couch and pressed himself down hard on Red's hips.
"Oh, Irk," Purple rasped as he released the mating fluid from his male part. At the same time Purple's insides shuddered and Red cried out at the peak of his own pleasure and released his mating fluid inside of Purple. Like before there was a rapid squeezing around his tip and Red released multiple times inside of Purple, each wave of pleasure as intense as the first.
Red hissed Purple's name as the waves made it impossible to think and his awareness narrowed to the feeling of Purple tightening around him. Just when the feeling was becoming too much and his PAK felt like it would overload, the squeezing stopped and Red made his final release. Purple flopped down on top of him, just as exhausted as he was. They panted in silence for a moment, Purple's muscles twitching every so often, making Red twitch and hiss at the slight pressure, but he released no more fluid.
Thankfully Purple's female part loosened and Red's male organ withdrew as the deeper opening sealed once more. Purple pushed himself up and slowly lifted his hips. They both moaned as Red's organ slipped out and Purple re-flopped down next to Red on the couch, their bodies close and fitting perfectly next to one another. They shivered once more as their male parts withdrew back into their bodies, then they could truly relax as their bodies readjusted. Senses returned to normal and the sensitivity diminished to nothing, as did the sweet scent in the air.
"We should clean up and contact Mik," Purple mumbled. Now that his body wasn't over sensitive, it just felt lethargic and tired.
"Hmm," Red said in lazy agreement. His eyes slipped closed and he turned to rub his forehead against Purple's. He pulled his mate and co-leader closer, wrapping his arms around him and Purple mirrored his movements so they were tightly pressed together, their arms around each other's back. "Soon, we'll get up soon," he said feeling tried.
Purple might have said something in return, but Red had lulled himself into a sleep cycle before he could listen to his mate's response.
Mik paced in front of the Tallest chambers. He had been there so long that the guards standing nearby stopped paying attention to him and went back to their Irken betting game on the reader between them. After his last confrontation with the Tallest he was hesitant to go in again and interrupt them on the chance that they were mating.
However, the Control Brains were starting to get impatient and he was called to their presence almost hourly. There, they would ask him for more information and hum in displeasure when he had no news. The Tallest were ignoring his messages. No matter how many he sent or how urgently he marked them, he received no response. He could tell that they were opening them, so he wasn't worried that they were hurt or in any crisis, but if they read them then they should know how desperate he was for information.
The pressure from the Control Brains was getting to him. He was afraid for his life and he didn't known how much more he could take. It was bad enough that he was summoned constantly and each time the weight of their displeasure grew heavier, but the smeet comments were starting to drive him crazy with worry.
The Control Brains demanded his presence each time they dragged up a new piece of information about ancient Irken smeets and smeet growth. They were an old race and since PAKs have been so long, old and previously useless knowledge had been buried deep into the Control Brain's data banks. Ever since the decision to create natural smeets again, the Control Brains must have been sorting through all the old data to find anything prevalent. They were truly obsessed. Each time Mik told them he had no new news, they were sit humming in their oppressive displeasure before almost woefully sharing a new piece of information. The last time had been particularly terrifying.
"Do you come to us with any news of a smeet forming? Or of Tallest Red and Purple engaging in mating activities?" the center Control Brain asked and Mik could swear that it leaned forward expectantly.
"Um," Mik rung his hands nervously. "I have sent several messages again, but I have yet to hear of any news of progress. B-But they could just be too busy mating to reply," Mik said trying to sound encouraging.
"Oh," the Control Brain fell silent and their electric humming filled the room. Mik wanted to throw himself on the ground and bed forgiveness for disappointing them again, but he knew from experience that this just made the situation worse. The Control Brains would pat him on the head with a metal tendril and tell him to eat snacks, saying that Mik's PAK must be overworked to cause such an emotional reaction.
Mik cringed just thinking about it. He made the Control Brains worry about a mere medial drone like himself, a pitied him. The Control Brains. Showed. Pity. It was further proof of how distraught they were with his failure to please them. If this continued to progress, Mik would be the sole Irken responsible for the complete meltdown of their Empire.
"Did you know," the left Control Brain began, the mechanical voice almost sounding wistful, which just further proved to Mik how horrible the damage was to their circuitry. "That smeets without PAKs tend to grow at a much quicker rate? Early data shows that because PAKs supply all knowledge that an Irken needs, the body doesn't feel the pressing need to grow and mature in order to learn. This means that many things will be need to be taught to a natural born smeet and that the smeet will not stay a smeet for long. By our calculation in just two of Irk's years it will be fully grown."
"This also means that it will be easy to see the changes of growth in an Irken, they might even grow taller than expected," the right Control Brain added.
"After discussing this," the center Control Brain said, "We have decided that the Tallest's smeet will grow out of smeethood here on the Massive so we can document its growth progress before sending it to Irk for training. We are greatly looking forward to watching the smeet grow."
There was a slight pause. "The Tallest's smeet will certainly be very cute," the left Brain said the red lights on the large metal brain turned a pink color.
"Oh yes," the right Brain agreed, the voice sounding higher in pitch and the red lights flashed pink. "But it will grow quickly. If it takes on personality traits from Red and Purple it will be a very mischievous and trouble-causing smeetling."
The Center Brain made a few high-toned beeping sounds that greatly resembled a giggle. "Indeed, can you imagine Red and Purple chasing after their tiny trouble-causing offspring?"
Mik stared on in horror as the three Control Brains began laughing in their monotone mechanical voices. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha."
"I'll go check on the Tallest right now!" Mik said completely panic stricken as he burst from the Control Brain's chamber. He was seriously concerned, the Control Brains were deteriorating at an alarming rate. They were the Control Brains, they weren't supposed to feel emotions. They were the unfeeling logic of their race, the law-makers, and justice bringers. They were the Empire. If they degraded much farther Mik was afraid that they would short circuit.
Which led Mik back to the Tallest Chambers, pacing and trying to find the courage to enter. Fortunately, a signal went off in his PAK, letting him know that he was being hailed. Instantly, he checked who it was and upon seeing it was Tallest Purple calling him, Mik didn't bother answering. Instead, he sprinted forward, the doors automatically opening for him as he ran into their chambers.
"YES, MY TALLEST?!" Mik said much louder than he intended.
Tallest Purple dropped the reader in his hand as his and Tallest Red's antennae stood straight up in alarm. They both jumped surprised and turned to face him, but not before letting out a surprised yelp.
"Irk it!" Tallest Purple swore glaring at him. "How did you get here so quick?"
Mik ignored Tallest Purple's question, his brain was still replaying the scene of the Control Brains' decreasing stability. In fact, he ignored all protocol he usually held when in their presence and rushed over to grasp at Tallest Purple's robe, almost as if he was afraid his Tallest would disappear if he didn't hold on.
"Have you mated yet?" he asked unable to keep the desperate plea out of his voice. His PAK opened and his medical scanner came out. "Did you make a smeet yet?"
His Tallest's antennae fell back and he recoiled, almost pleadingly Tallest Purple turned to Tallest Red. "Red, he's scaring me."
"Me too," Tallest Red said seemingly frozen in place.
"I need to scan you," Mik said his voice raspy. He was so terrified of what their answer would be. They had no idea how desperate the situation was. And they should! He sent them all those emails about the Control Brain's situation. But they never responded. Never gave him any word of progress. They had to have mated by now. They needed to mate. They needed to mate a smeet. The Control Brains' well-being depended on it. The Empire depended on it!
"Red! Get him off!" Tallest Purple began flailing his arms as Mik climbed up his robes so he could get the scanner as close as possible for a good reading.
PAK legs knocked into Mik and he rolled to the ground. He clutched the reader to his chest and when he stopped rolling he grasped the reader and scanned the data. His eyes glued to the screen he waited for it to calculate. There was a ping as the results became displayed across the screen.
Big tears welled up in his eyes before they spilled over, blurring his vision as he turned to face his Tallest. Relief and happiness exploded so intensely inside his body that he couldn't contain it and his PAK just let it flow instead of trying to damper the extreme emotion. His PAK knew it's limitations. "My Tallest!" Mik flung himself at them.
The two screamed and activated their hover belts, bolting up into the air. Clutching each other they hovered near the ceiling staring down at him with wide eyes.
"My Tallest?" Mik blinked at the now empty space and looked up at his leaders. Grinning he held up the reader. "There is a smeet!"
"Really?" Tallest Purple said, sounding interested and a little doubtful, but still not willing to come close.
"Yes," Mik wiggled his antennae happily and clutched the reader to his chest. "The scanners picked up the presence of a foreign organic material in your spooch."
Tallest Purple exchanged a quick look with Tallest Red. "Are you sure that means there is a smeet?"
"Yes, but a full scan in my medial bay can confirm it," Mik said squeezing the scanner.
"Are you done being insane, now?" Tallest Red asked.
"Hm?" Mik blinked up at his Tallest and frowned. "What do you mean?"
"That's a yes then," Tallest Purple muttered and slowly came down from the ceiling, however they kept their hover belts on. "Before you go reporting to the Control Brains, let's make sure that the scanner is correct. It could just be picking up..." Tallest Purple's face became lightly tinted with blue. "Other organic material, and not a smeet," he said.
Mik looked down at his data and flipped through the scanner's results. "I am fairly certain that this is correct, but the Control Brains would be pleased with a more through scan," he agreed. "If you will follow me to the labs?" Mik asked getting to his feet and smoothing down his uniform.
"Sure," Tallest Purple said and Red nodded. They both followed him out of their chambers, making the guards immediately drop their reader and stand alert.
"My Tallest!" they greeted in salute.
The Tallest waved them to let them be as they followed behind Mik, at a safe distance.
Purple stood inside the large body scanner and did his best to remain motionless while still keeping Mik in his line of sight. The medic's previous behavior had been down right terrifying. The crazed look in his eyes was nearly identical to the way Zim's eyes gleamed in the footage from Impending Doom one. Luckily, it appeared to be a temporary fluke of desperation on the medic's part. Purple supposed that ignoring all the 'urgent' message from the medic might have caused a considerable amount of stress to the small Irken.
If Purple hadn't been so disturbed by the way those eyes had pinned onto him, he might have felt a little guilty. Mik had looked at him like a sugar starved Irken would look at a snack bag. A sugar deprivation could make an Irken down-right insane and rather ruthless until he got what he needed. The fact that Zim was still crazy even when filled up on sugar just showed how defective he was.
"Ah," Mik said, "You can step out now my Tallest," he said and turned to the large screen on the wall of the medical bay especially prepared for him.
Purple went and came up next to Red, just behind the medic. Towering over the smaller they also read the data.
"Yes!" Mik said excitedly. "The results are confirmed, a smeet is forming. There is an abundance of organic material there as well, but it is being harmlessly absorbed by your spooch and will not affect the smeet."
Purple felt his face flush and a quick glance confirmed that Red was too. Hopefully Mik was too excited to ask about the 'organic material' or be would be distracted enough by the smeet to not ask too much about it, that was if he didn't already know what it was.
"According to this, the smeet formed about..." Mik trailed off as he read and then he frowned. "That can't be correct," he mumbled.
"What?" Purple asked a bit nervous. Was or wasn't there a smeet? It didn't feel like there was one. He didn't feel any different.
"According to the data, the genetic material provided by Tallest Red met with your reproductive material and fused together, then attached itself to your reproductive spooch sack-"
"My what?" Purple asked.
"Here," Mik pointed with a PAK leg to an internal scan of Purple's body. In the lower part of his spooch was, indeed, a sack looking part which appeared to be directly connected to the female organ. Purple was fairly certain that the bottom of the sack was where his internal female part opened up, letting Red's male part in deeper. Purple flushed bright blue when he realized that the proof of their last full mating was still inside that part of his spooch, which—apparently—his body was absorbing. He hadn't thought about it before, but all the fluid Red released had to have gone somewhere.
"But this doesn't make any sense," Mik frowned at screen. "See here?" he pointed to a higher section of the sack. On the screen there was an arrow pointing to a small dot on the scan. "This is where the smeet is."
"It's just a dot, that's not a smeet," Purple frowned.
Mik glanced back over his should and up at him. "Oh, well, right now, no, it doesn't look much like anything. Like when we begin making the smeets on Irk, the beginning stages of smeet development look just a mass of forming tissues and matter. The process is just beginning, in seven cycles is when we should be able to see a little more of the form. According to the data the Control Brains have found and along with my own calculations, smeet forming whether natural or cloned, will take about the same amount of time until the smeet is ready to exist on it's own, which is about one hundred and fifty cycles."
"That long?!" Purple said slightly aghast.
"That isn't long compared to some other species," Mik said. "And your won't notice too much strain on your body in the beginning. It's when the smeet starts to grow rapidly in size is when it will begin to siphon sugars from your system. I will make a schedule of what to expect and I will also create a feeding schedule that will supply you with a steady flow of snacks. Of course we will scan you regularly to keep tract of the growth and make sure everything is going well."
Purple didn't say anything, he just frowned at the dot. He wasn't sure all that time under Mik's care was worth it for the little speck.
"So what doesn't make sense?" Red asked.
"Oh, well," Mik frowned at the screen. "According to my calculations, and they are very accurate, the smeet is developing faster than expected, which... I'm not sure what that means."
"How fast?" Red asked after nervously glancing at a worried looking Purple.
"The smeet—and there is no way this could be wrong—is at the growth size of a two cycle old smeet. Considering the amount of organic material still un-absorbed in Tallest Purple's reproductive sack, the mating was very recent. Our spoochs absorb material quickly, so you must have mated within the last hour or two. It is possible for a smeet to start forming in that time, but it should not be at the growth rate of two cycles. Unless...but that's not possible," Mik said firmly.
"Oh," Red said trying to sound innocent. Mostly he was just embarrassed by Mik knowing how long ago he and Purple mated. It was weird hearing Mik talk about that intense experience so medically. Also he hadn't thought about what happened to all the fluid he released inside of Purple, it was even more embarrassing to know that it was still there and now they all knew that they had just mated. Red wished they had waited longer before contacting Mik.
Mik's antennae perked up at Red's tone and he slowly turned to study his Tallest. Neither Red nor Purple looked down at him. Blue flushed their faces as they tried not to look at the scan in front of them.
"My Tallest," Mik said slowly. The only conclusion he could come to was not one he liked. His calculations were correct. He had no doubt about that. But thinking about it, there was no way a smeet could grow so rapidly from a mating that happened so recently. "This," his PAK leg tapped the screen right over Purple reproductive sack. "Is the evidence of your first mating, correct? I am correct in thinking that you would not have mated and then waited two whole cycles before informing me, yes? You have not been ignoring my urgent messages these past two cycles while you mated repeatedly and didn't even send me one reply stating that you were making progress, have you?"
When the Tallest continued to not make eye contact with him, Mik exploded. "WHAT?! My Tallest how could you!" Mik wailed.
Feeling a little guilty Red tired to console the distraught medic. "If it makes you feel any better, that was only our second full mating."
"Red," Purple hissed, his face flushed blue. "He doesn't need to know that."
It was too late, however, Mik had picked up on Red's unfortunate choice of words. "Full mating?" he repeated. "What do you mean 'full mating'?" he asked less woeful and more suspicious.
Red turned to Purple for help, but Purple was just glaring at him. "Oh, it's nothing, so, um about the smeet..."
Mik turned his full attention to Red, and pinned him with accusing eyes. "This is clearly not nothing, what do you mean by a 'full mating'?"
"Well, um, a full mating like the vid showed," Red said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "With male and female parts," Red finally said though his face was flushed with blue.
Mik tilted his head in confusion. "That's what a mating means. What other type of mating could there be? Male and female parts are..." Mik trailed off as understanding came to him. "You have mated with just the male parts? Why? That is clearly not in the vid. Did you not understand how to mate? How long did it take for you to figure out that it was incorrect?" Mik asked now worried that he would have to change the vid.
"It's not...I mean—well, um," Red floundered to explain.
"It's not incorrect," Purple said firmly. "It's still mating, just not a full mating." He was not about to let a medic disregard his claim on Red. They were mates before having a full mating, nothing could tell him otherwise.
"But..." Mik trailed off, looking back and forth between the two of them confused. "There can be no smeet from that, what purpose could it—oh!" Mik's antennae popped up. "I remember, now. Yes, he did explain the purpose of a mating that had no way of bearing smeets," Mik mumbled to himself.
"Who did?" Red asked thankful that he wasn't under pressure anymore.
"Oh, my expert," Mik explained offhandedly and he continued to mumble to himself. "Yes, of course, emotional bonding and sharing physical pleasure are also important, that's right, especially with..." Mik turned to study the two of them before then turned his attention to Purple. "This is why you wish to be recognized by the Control Brains. They agreed so readily, I nearly forgot."
"Forgot what?" Purple asked.
"Oh, from the beginning the Control Brains stated that a deeply bonded pair of Tallest would be of a great benefit to the stability of the Empire. I see," Mik turned this thoughts inward again, mumbling them out loud. "Yes, it makes sense why this was taking so long even when you didn't need to go through the partner choosing phase. You were going through the bonding experience, and creating strong connections physically and mentally through pleasure sharing. If all you wanted was the smeet, this would have happened much sooner. Hmm," Mik went over to another screen and began typing. "I'll have to inform the team of this possibility among those who pair off on Irk. I'll need to consult the Control Brains on what to do if other Irkens form strong bonds," Mik continued to type but his mumbling was now too low and incoherent to understand.
"Let's go," Red whispered to Purple who nodded and they began quietly sneaking towards the door.
"Wait!" Mik suddenly shouted making the two jump. He spun around and glared at them accusing once more. "This means that both of you were engaging in mating-like activities and activating your reproductive organs for pleasure purposes before you created the smeet. How long has this been going on?" Mik demanded to know.
Before Mik could get hysterical again Red stepped forward to try and calm the medic down. "Not as long as you think, the first time they activated was only three cycles ago."
"Red!" Purple protested.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mik asked thinking about all the stress he had been under. "I could have told the Control Brains you were making progress and then they wouldn't be as damaged."
"We wanted time to—wait, what was that about the Control Brains?" Red cut himself off to ask.
"The Control Brains are malfunctioning from the stress of not hearing any news of your smeet!" Mik cried, relieved he could finally share this information with someone. Only the Tallest could know elsewise everyone would go into a hysterical panic.
"What do you mean they're malfunctioning?" Purple asked stepping forward. "What's happened?"
"They've started to have emotions," Mik said the word like it was a curse.
"That's impossible," Purple said. "They're the Control Brains, they would have no use for emotions, it wouldn't have been part of their programming. Our people were much smarter than that when they made them."
"I know, that's why I can tell something is wrong. Their beeping has feeling to it. I can sense their disappointment and their sadness with each report. They've started to be become depressed and they say things that invoke incredible guilt and fear and horror in me," Mik explained with shaking hands and wide eyes.
Red and Purple exchanged doubtful looks. "Are you sure you aren't just going crazy?" Purple asked. "You were very crazy when you came to our Chambers. It was almost Zim-level scary."
"What?" Mik looked up at the Tallest. He frowned. Could it be possible that the stress was weighing on his PAK?
"Let's go to the Control Brains now," Red suggested. "We can tell them about the smeet and they can acknowledge Purple and I as mates."
"Yes," Mik nodded. "We should go now." They could see for themselves then, and then Mik would know he wasn't crazy.
I think was my favorite Mik scene. I just imagine him making the same face Zim makes during the "I have a mighty need" meme, except more desperate and crazed. Eventually I would like to draw that scene. lol When I get to it I'll let you all know and post it to my deviantart. :)