Please, please, PLEASE don't kill me. That's all I'm going to say.
NOTE: There will probably be grammar mistakes which I will fix later.
"Daddy! Look at the butterflies! Lookit!"
Three-year-old Dib Membrane squealed in excitement at the brightly-colored winged insects that fluttered above his head. It was his very first time at the butterfly house and he was having so much fun he could hardly stand it.
"Daddy, you looking?!" He turned to Professor Membrane, who was talking to an employee with his lab telegoggles.
"And I'm warning you," he sternly said to the lab assistant, "if you get the mixtures wrong again..."
Frowning, Dib turned to his baby sister, who sat in a stroller sucking on a pacifier. "Hey, Gaz!" he said with a smile, "you liking the butterflies? Aren't they pretty?" Gaz looked at him with the usual angry expression before spitting her pacifier at him. It bounced off his forehead and he sighed in defeat as he walked away.
He turned his attention back to the butterflies and chased after them. Within inches of his grasp, they would fly away. He wanted so badly to hold one or at least touch its beautiful wings, but even they seemed to ignore him.
At one point, he tripped and fell flat on his face. When he slowly raised his head, the lenses in his glasses were cracked and his cheeks hurt. Even as he started to cry, none of the other kids or even the adults rushed to help him.
He was alone in the world.
Then all of a sudden, as if to see if he was okay, a Blue Morpho fluttered down to where he lay and landed right on the tip of his nose. He was pleasantly surprised and giggled at the tickling sensation. That was the very first time that he felt acknowledged by someone, even if that certain "someone" was just a bug, and it made him feel good and warm inside.
Perhaps one day, he will make a friend and not have to be so lonely anymore.
...
Zim had never been more happier to see the blinking skyscrapers of the city as they descended through the dark pink clouds. Of course he wasn't all that thrilled to be reunited with the cancer of the Earth that was humanity, but one human out of all of them was worth it. He was sure that Dib would bombard him with questions about the rescue mission (one of them being where was Skoodge, possibly), but the boy would be estatic to see his friends again. His only friends, actually.
The first stop was his base, of course, where he parked his ship under his rooftop. GIR slept during the last two hours of the trip back home so he set the tired robot on the couch. After that, he put on his disguise and left to go pay Dib a surprise and give him that space rock that he wanted. Zim chuckled as he imagined the look on Dib's face once he saw the gift.
Once he got to Dib's front door, he rang the doorbell and eagerly waited for that familiar face to greet him. But instead he got Dib's angry and scary little sister. "Oh, hey, Zim," she said nonchalantly.
"Hey," Zim said a bit uneasily as he scratched his chin. "Is, uh, Dib home?"
"Uh-uh," Gaz shook her head as she opened a can of soda. "He's at Space Camp."
"Eh?" Zim raised an eye ridge. "Space Camp? But we haven't been gone that long."
"Yeah, well, the mailman said that you were supposed to get a postcard from him," she took a sip of her drink. "It should be in your mailbox by now."
Zim scratched his head in confusion. "Okaaaay..."
"Yeah, I know, it's all of a sudden, but...whatever." With that, Gaz slammed the door in Zim's face.
...
When he checked his mailbox, the postcard was in there just as Gaz said it would be. It seemed simple enough; on one side was a picture of the camp where Dib supposedly was, and on the other was a note written in blue ink.
Dear Zim,
I'm having a great time here at Space Camp! I'll be back in a few weeks! Wish were you here!
Sincerely,
Dib
Zim read the postcard over and over again as he sat at his desk. Before they left, Dib never once mentioned this camp to him. And this handwriting couldn't have been his; Dib's penmanship was much more neatly, and the writing on the postcard seemed sloppy and rushed.
He decided to put this piece of paper on a scanner. If it did come from Dib, then it should have his fingerprints on it. And he knew all too well what Dib's fingerprints looked like from all the times he tried to sneak into his base.
"Computer! Run a scan on this postcard! Search for any fingerprints!" He slid the postcard into the slot of a machine, and after ten seconds of whirring and beeping, the Computer displayed the results. There were indeed fingerprints on both sides, but he didn't recognize any of them.
Sir? I found something else. A hidden message written in invisible ink.
"Display it at once, Computer!"
The hidden message immediately lit up in blue on the note side. In big, capitalized words, it read:
ALIEN KNOWN AS ZIM, WE HAVE YOUR BIG-HEADED FRIEND DIB MEMBRANE. UNLESS YOU SURRENDER YOURSELF TO US, WE CANNOT GUARANTEE THAT HE WILL LEAVE HERE ALIVE. COME TO THIS ADDRESS BY MIDNIGHT FRIDAY NIGHT OR YOU'LL BOTH BE SORRY. AND IF YOU TRY TO SNEAK IN, WE'LL KNOW.
Written below the secret message in smaller words was the address where he was supposed to go, which was all the way in Washington, D.C. There was no doubt about it: he was now dealing with the Earth's government. And today was Friday, so he was running out of time.
He slumped back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling in disbelief. These people knew who he really was. But how long have they known? Could Dib have betrayed him...? No. No, their days of bitter rivalry were over. They were friends now. They trusted each other with their very own lives. The government must've figured out on their own or worse tortured it out of Dib.
The thought of his human friend in peril or getting hurt urged him to jump out of that chair and rush to the elevator that led to the top of the base. He didn't care that the place would be heavily secured. He didn't care if they might capture him and put him on the autopsy table like in his worst nightmares.
He just had to rescue the boy, because he wasn't about to lose another friend.
"Look, I'm telling you! I am NOT an alien!"
Scientists in goggles and white lab coats surrounded Dib with reading devices and tablets. He wore nothing but a white gown and was strapped down by the wrists and ankles to a cold metal table. So this is how the aliens at Area 51 felt as they were being dissected, helpless and afraid.
"That Spider guy is lying!" Dib continued to plead. "I'm just a regular kid!" Wow. He just sounded like that Sasquatch kid he harassed when he was nine.
The scientists ignored him and continued to converse amongst themselves. Could they not even hear him?
Now the tears were coming. "Please," he whimpered. "I'm not an alien. I just want to go home." A tear slid down his cheek. "I'm scared."
One of the scientists noticed him crying and gave him a sympathetic look. Dib smiled hopefully as he reached to undo the straps, but then his colleague slapped his hand away. "Stop, you fool! Don't you see what he's trying to do? He's trying to make us let our guard down by playing with our feelings! Remember, he is not what he seems."
Dib closed his eyes and suppressed a sob. Crying wasn't going to help things. All this happened because he got obsessed with the paranormal. Until now, he's always believed that it was his destiny to catch an alien and prove their existence to the world. But the truth was, it all started because he desperately wanted attention. Ever since he was three, he tried to get at least one person to acknowledge him since his own family wouldn't. And becoming an obsessed paranormal investigator and visionary certainly did give him the attention that he had always wanted, along with the things he didn't want like mockery, scorn, and even hatred.
The only good thing that ever came out of it was Zim, who had become his first and only true friend. And that's why he'd rather be the one dissected than to see Zim on the table in his place. No one else would miss him, anyway.
Please don't come for me, Zim.
...
From inside the monitor room, Spider and several other government agents supervised the operation and watched for any sign of the alien outside the facility. Armed guards, the best the government could buy, were placed at every exit to ensure that no one would get in or out.
The agent that operated the surveillance cameras turned to Spider. "Still no sign of the alien, sir."
Spider sipped the last bit of his coffee and grunted. "Oh, don't worry, he'll come. And when he does..." He crumpled the cup in his hand with a sinister grin. "...we'll be ready."
The sound of cheerful humming alarmed the two guards at the front entrance and they immediate pointed their guns in the direction of the sound. To their relief and slight embarrassment, a little cross-eyed girl with a huge head and golden locks skipped to them, holding a box of cookies in her hands. Her mouth was open, yet she did not move her lips as she spoke.
"Free Girl Scout cookies!" she said in a shrill, excited voice. "Have a box! Eat 'til you puke and then eat some more!"
"Oh, uh, thanks, sweetie," one of the guards, Phil, took the box from her. Then without saying another word, she sprinted into the woods and disappeared. "Sheesh, what a weird kid," Phil muttered as he opened the box and took a cookie.
"Phil, wait," the other guard, Simon, whispered harshly. "It could be poisoned."
Phil just snorted. "Please. They're Girl Scout cookies. You can trust the Girl Scouts. Plus, they're raisin cookies, my favorite!" He eagerly took a bite and crunched slowly, savoring the taste. Then all of a sudden, his eyes popped open and his pupils glowed green. He dropped the half-eaten cookie and just stood there in a trance.
"Uh...Phil?" Simon snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face. "You okay, bud?"
Phil blinked, but he still seemed out of it. "Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah, sure. I'm A-OK." He reached into the box and pulled out another cookie. "Here," he handed it out to Simon, a creepy smile on his face. "Have a cookie."
Simon looked down at the cookie suspiciously and shook his head. "Ehhhh, no thanks. I don't like-ACK!" He struggled to breathe as Phil suddenly grabbed him by the neck and shoved the cookie down his throat. After a few seconds of choking and writhing, Simon's eyes glowed green and he stopped struggling. Phil released him and they both headed toward the woods without saying another word to each other.
Once they got far away enough, Zim stepped out from behind a bush and faced the two men, who saluted him. "Ready for your orders, Master," Phil said.
Zim grunted in approval and nodded. He then turned GIR, who was taking off the Girl Scout disguise. "Good work, GIR," he praised the robot and patted him on the head. "Now I need you to fly back to the base and wait for us."
"I wanna come!" GIR whined. "I wanna give Mary a big hug!"
"No, no, GIR," Zim said softly. "Things are about to get ugly here. You can give Dib a hug when we come back. Understand?"
Okay," GIR sighed sadly, then perked up. "I'm gonna make muffins!" With the jets in his feet, he took off into the night sky and headed straight home.
Zim chuckled to himself as he watched his robot leave, then turned to the guards. "Now pay attention, humans. We are going to get Dib out of there, even if it costs us our lives. Well, hopefully, only your lives. Now here's the plan..."
...
Spider's walkie-talkie beeped all of a sudden and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket. "Agent S-P here," he answered.
S-P, this is Minty-3, Phil's voice came through. We've got him.
Spider's eyes widened in shock and he took his shades off. "Y-You mean...?"
Yes, sir. We've got the alien in custody.
The other agents in the room who heard him cheered and applauded, while Spider merely smiled triumphantly and nodded. "Just as I predicted," he mumbled to himself, then said out loud into the radio, "Good job. Bring him in here."
...
"UNHAND ME, YOU FILTHY, DISGUSTING HUMANS! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU EVER MESSED WITH ZIIIIIMMMM!" Zim screamed and struggled to get out of the guards' grasps. They both held him by the arms and dragged him down the hall, stone-faced and totally focused.
Spider and three other agents rushed down the hall to meet them at the other end. Spider's smile got wider and his heart beat faster as they approached the captured alien.
Zim stopped fighting when he was finally face-to-face with the government agent and glared up at his with his antennae down.
"So...we finally meet," Spider said as he crossed his arms. "Actually, I believe we have met before, while you were parading around as an earless, noseless green 'normal' boy." He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Real clever."
Zim smirked. "Well, it seemed to work for a while. Your people are that stupid."
"Most people," Spider bent down to Zim's level. "But you really didn't expect to stay in hiding forever, did you?"
"No. In fact, I initially came here to conquer your planet."
Spider raised an eyebrow. "'Initially'? Am I to believe that you had a change of heart and decided that you love humans now?"
Zim narrowed his ruby eyes. "First of all, Irkens don't have hearts. We have a different type of blood-pumping organ. And second, I love this planet, but I despise humanity. The only human I can tolerate is Dib, and I demand that you release him immediately."
Spider nodded and stood back up. "You kept your end of the deal, and we will keep ours. And since I'm such a nice guy, I'll even allow you to say goodbye to him before we take you to the lab." He then turned to one of the agents behind him. "Go get him," he ordered. The agent nodded and hurried to the elevator.
"Let me guess, you're going to dissect me in this lab of yours?" Zim asked Spider, but there wasn't fear in his voice. In fact, it sounded a bit bored. "Lay me on a table and pull my organs out? How typical."
"No," Spider shook his head. "We're not like those scientists from E.T. We want your body and all its organs perfectly in tact. See what we really want..." He jabbed his finger into Zim's forehead, causing the alien to flinch. "...is all the data and information you've got stored up there. We want to know everything about your species and planet for in case there is an invasion."
Zim scoffed and gave him a lopsided grin. "Well, if you knew anything about Irken anatomy, then you wouldn't assume that all our knowledge is stored in our brains. It's in our Paks, the devices that are installed into our spines."
Spider rubbed his chin, intrigued. "Interesting. Then perhaps we should remove your Pak and hack into its systems. And then we could perseve your body in a giant tube, you know, like in that movie Independence Day. Have our own little 'freak show'." He and the two other agents laughed at his joke.
Zim just stared at them confused. He never saw any of these Earth movies that they were referencing.
Just then the elevator dinged and the third agent stepped out with Dib. The boy's eyes widened at the sight of his green friend being restrained by two guards. "ZIM!"
Zim's lit up when he saw Dib alive and unharmed. "Dib...!"
Dib tried to run to him but the agent roughly grabbed him the arm and held him back.
"Whatever you need to say to him, Dib, I'd suggest you say it now," Spider coldly said to him. "Because this will be the last you two will ever see each other again. Plus, we're erasing your memory before we return you home. You know, for security reasons and...stuff."
The agent dragged him toward Zim and the two friends stood a few feet away from each other. Dib tried to swallow away the tears but he failed to keep them in and they blurred his vision. "Zim," he softly said, "I'm so sorry. All this happened because of me. If I hadn't have taken that stupid photo-"
"No," Zim gently cut him off. "You were only trying to save your planet. If anyone is to blame, it's me."
Dib shut his eyes tight and shook his head. "This was never about Earth. I just wanted everyone to notice me, especially the big people. And yeah, I finally got their attention..." He lifted his head and looked at Zim with wet, red eyes. "...but I also lost my best friend."
"It'll be okay, Dib," Zim said with a warm smile. "You haven't lost me yet, and I'll get us out of this mess. You, uh, might wanna duck."
Dib blinked and furrowed his brow. "Huh? What do you-?"
"NOW!"
In a blink of an eye, both Phil and Simon pulled out their handguns and fired all four agents. Dib yelped as he ducked and covered his head with his arms. Spider managed to avoid the oncoming bullets and roll to the safety of the elevator, while the other unfortunate agents were immediately gunned down. Dib about puked when he saw pools of blood forming around the agents' bodies.
Zim activated his spider legs and grabbed Dib, lifting him off the ground. "You two keep the Arachnid man distracted!" he ordered the guards as he swiftly moved down the hall.
Inside the elevator, Spider ducked as the bullets now went through the doors and he screamed into his walkie-talkie, "CODE GREEN! CODE GREEN! ALIEN ESCAPING FACILITY!"
When they got outside, Zim climbed up the building walls with Dib still clinging into him and reached the top. Just then the alarms went off inside the facility, which meant that reinforcements were on their way. The Irken quickly set Dib down, retracted his spider legs, and activated his communicator. "Ship!" he yelled into it. "Come pick us up! Now!"
"Wha-?! I-!" Dib gripped the sides of his head in shock and disbelief. "Did that really just happen?! Those guards...really did shoot the agents?!"
"Well, duh," Zim mumbled with a bored expression.
"But why would-?!" He then realized what Zim had done and his face blanched. "Those guys were infected with your tiny robot spiders, weren't they?" When Zim nodded, he did a facepalm. "Great. We just committed murder."
"They were going to harm an innocent human boy just to lure an alien out of hiding," Zim retorted. "They got what was coming to them."
"I know, but still...killing someone..." Dib shuddered. "Even to save me...I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to you for saving my life. I mean, really grateful. In fact, you..." He looked at Zim with sad brown eyes. "You would've ended up on the autopsy table for me."
Zim merely shrugged. "Eh. Better me than you."
A fresh wave of tears came back as Dib realized that Zim wouldn't even think twice about sacrificing himself to save him. Him, of all people. The Irken truly was his best friend. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Zim in a tight, brotherly hug and nuzzled the alien's cheek with his own.
Zim went rigid and his antennae went straight up. Again with the hugging. The affection was making him uncomfortable. He shoved Dib away and brushed his tunic. "Eeugh! Okay! I get it! You're grateful to Zim! Just...don't hug me..." His eyes trailed down Dib's gown. "...especially when you're not wearing any pants."
Dib only smiled and wiped his nose with the back of his arm. "Right, I forgot. Sorry."
At that moment, the Voot Cruiser came barreling through the woods and hovered near the top of the building. The window hissed as it slid open and a computerized voice said, Destination: Base.
Zim walked to the ledge and gestured for Dib to follow. "Come on, Dib. Let's go home."
Dib nodded and took a few steps forward...
...when a bright light suddenly came down on both of them and they could hear the whirring of helicopter blades. "HALT!" a man's voice screamed through a megaphone. "STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!"
Patrol cars and vans appeared and completely surrounded the building, and about thirty men aimed their guns and snipers at the two small figures on the rooftop. Spider came running out of the front entrance and snatched a megaphone from an officer. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be, alien!" he yelled to Zim. "Surrender and we'll let the kid go!" He then pulled out his walkie-talkie again. "S-P to Eagle-23, do you copy?"
The pilot in the helicopter answered, "Copy that, S-P. Your orders, sir?"
"Do not fire at the alien until I give the command," Spider ordered, his eyes never leaving the green figure at the top of the building.
Zim observed his surroundings and he started to sweat from all the stress. But the fear for his own life left when he glance over at Dib, who was looking up at the helicopter with squinted eyes. Getting him out of here was the priority. "Dib, get in the ship!"
The boy looked at him, the scythe in his hair flowing in the wind of the helicopter blades. "What?!" Perhaps he couldn't hear him over all the commotion.
"I SAID," Zim raised his voice, "GET IN THE SHIP! IT'S ME THEY WANT!"
Dib looked at the Cruiser then back at Zim, a determined look on his face. "No way, Zim! We're leaving together!" He grabbed Zim's hand and pulled the Irken with him as he ran to the ship. They both jumped in and the window instantly slammed down.
"NO!" Spider yelled. He couldn't afford to lose the alien! Not when he was so close! "Eagle-23! Fire at the ship!"
"But...sir..." the reluctant pilot looked down at the ship, his thumb over the button to fire the machine guns. "We'll hit the kid."
But Spider wouldn't hear it and only screamed louder into the radio. "FIRE AT THE SHIP! NOW! THAT'S AN ORDER!"
Although the pilot's morals would've prevented him from shooting a kid, he was still a soldier and he had his orders. He pressed his thumb down on the button and the built-in machine guns went off.
The deadly bullets ripped through the metal and window, causing severe damage. Dib screamed as he instinctively reached for Zim's arm, while the Irken yelled in pain as he felt the bullets hit him in the shoulder and leg. It felt like a thousand swords were stabbing at those particular spots. But the auto pilot was still functional and the Cruiser launched itself straight toward the firing helicopter.
The men down below watched in horror as the alien ship crashed right through the helicopter, which exploded into a ball of fire. The Cruiser continued to fly away, although it was smoking and spitting out sparks, which meant that it wouldn't go far.
Spider growled and shouted profanities as he ran to his Jaguar and hopped in. He put his foot down on the gas pedal with full force and the car screeched as it sped after the fleeing ship. For a moment he put the car on auto drive and reloaded his handgun. No matter what, he was going to bring an alien to his bosses, dead or alive.
Zim wasn't even aware that the ship was still going. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even open his eyes to see what was happening. All he could hear was a high-pitched ringing, and all he could feel was the unbearable pain of the bullet holes. He didn't even hear the alarms blaring as the Cruiser finally gave out and dropped out of the sky. He must've passed out before they hit the ground, because when he came to, they were in the middle of the woods and surrounded by burning and broken down trees.
The lights and screens in the control panel were off, which meant the whole thing was dead, and Zim could only imagine how bent up and mangled his Cruiser was. He looked down and saw Dib's hand still holding onto his arm.
Sighing softly and closing his eyes, he leaned back into his seat, feeling extremely weak from all the blood loss and pain. "Dib," he rasped, "forget about me. Save yourself. Leave Zim before the Arachnid man finds you."
He expected to hear protests or pleas for him to at least try to escape, but he heard nothing from the boy. Was he hurt?
"Dib?" Zim turned his head to look at him. Dib's head was facing away from him, but Zim became alarmed when he saw a bloody hole in his right temple. Did he get...?
Oh, dear Irk, no...
"Dib?!" Zim quickly got up out of his seat, the fatigue overwhelmed by his concern for his friend, and he carefully turned the boy's head. Dib's eyes were partially closed and blood came out of his mouth and spilled down his chin as he was being moved.
His breathing picking up the pace, Zim quickly checked the rest of him over. To his horror and dismay, there were even more bullet holes in Dib's chest and stomach, the entire front of his gown soaked in blood.
Now Zim was hyperventilating. He grabbed Dib's wrist and felt for a pulse. There wasn't any.
"DIB! COME ON!" Zim screamed as he slapped him hard on the cheek. "WAKE UP!" No response or reaction, so he slapped him again even harder. He could feel the tears coming but now wasn't the time to cry. "WAKE UP! ZIM DEMANDS THAT YOU WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!"
Again and again he hit the child in a desperate attempt to make him alive again. He wasn't stupid or insane; just in denial. He knew all too well what a dead body looked like from all those years in the battlefield as an Elite. But Dib couldn't be dead. He was still just a child. He had his whole life ahead of him. And he certainly didn't deserve to go out the way he did, covered in bullet holes.
Soon the slaps were reduced to weak taps, and Zim scooted away from the body and hugged his legs close to his chest, heaving and sobbing heavily. "Wake up...wake up..." he whispered over and over again, all rational thought gone from his mind. All he could think about was the last few moments of Dib's life as the bullets came raining down upon him. He could still hear Dib's screams and feel his hand grab onto his arm.
After several minutes of having a nervous breakdown, he snapped out of his grief and dared to look at the body that sat next to him. Had he have known that the hug Dib gave him earlier would be the very last, he would've hugged him back with all the strength he could muster instead of pushing him away.
Sniffling wetly, he crawled over to Dib's body, wrapped his arms around his neck, and buried his face in his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Dib," he whispered. And that was all he could say to the dead child.
Dib had given him the motivation to keep on living, yet his own life has just been abruptly taken from him by corrupted and twisted men.
Humanity truly was a cancer.
Zim's antennae perked up at the sound of car wheels squealing in the distance, and he immediately knew who it was.
...
Spider parked his Jaguar outside the wooded area and followed the smoke that arose from the trees. He eventually found the crashed Cruiser and pulled his loaded gun out. He didn't know whether the alien survived or not, but he wasn't going to take his chances. Walking very slowly around the ship, he peeked into the front window which had bullet holes and cracks.
There was nothing inside but the dead body of Dib Membrane. Maybe the alien was hiding inside? He aimed his gun at the window and fired away. "Come out, Zim!" he shouted as he continued to shoot. "I know you're hiding in there somewhere!"
But he couldn't have been further from the truth, as a dark figure slowly lowered itself down from a tree with its long spider legs and crept up behind the agent.
The gun in Spider's hand clicked after it shot its last bullet. Frustrated, Spider tossed aside the useless weapon and got out his radio once again. "This is Agent S-P! I need a search unit over here! The alien's ship crash-landed in the wooded area of-!"
Spider didn't get to finish as the sharp tip of one of Zim's spider legs stabbed right through his chest. He let out a gurgled gasp as he felt himself being lifted off the ground, and a black gloved hand reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys.
He barely tilted his head and looked down to see Zim standing on the ground and playfully twirling the keys around his finger, his ruby eyes glowing bright orange from the flames. A twisted grin formed on the Irken's lips. "I'm going to borrow your car for a while," he said in such a calm voice that also dripped with venom. "I'm sure you won't mind?"
The impaled man exhaled for the last time and went limp. Zim merely tossed the body aside and retracted his now bloody metallic leg before walking over to Dib. With a softened expression and sad eyes, he reached over and held the boy's hand, giving it one last gentle squeeze before leaving him in the ship. The authorities would soon be here and find his body along with Spider's, and they would no doubt lie to his family about what really happened, pinning the blame on the little green alien that escaped.
But soon none of that would matter, and as he stepped out of the woods and looked into the horizon, where he could see the blinking lights of Washington, D.C., he imagined it all burning and could hear the agonized screams of the humans in their final moments.
Zim grinned maliciously, feeling his inner Invader that he had tried so hard to keep at bay coming out and taking over once again.
Oh, yes. All of humanity will burn.
And so it begins...
...
Again, don't please kill me. :(