Gotta get this done before Glee comes on gotta goooooo!

GREENis my fav color: I decided that you're awesome. COOKIE FOR YOU!

THAT'S NOT MY NAME: Had that really stuck in your head, huh? Did I just get it back in there? THEY CALL ME HELL, THEY CALL ME STACY, THEY CALL ME HER, THEY CALL ME JANE! How 'bout now? XP (Can I have a taco, too?)

SuperH31265: Haha, no homo...heard that somewhere...was it Adult Swim? Hmm. Anyway, I think it was translated. I dunno, I just copy&paste. Yay, you figured out that I'm not married! Cookie for you! (I like cookies.) Also, I get obsessed with various things. Especially anime, but at the moment my biggest obsession is JtHM.

Illisandria Carthain: OMG YOU CAN COUNT TO FIVE? LUCKY! Heehee. Kay, I'm gonna reply to those each in turn.

1:Yay! I'm a filthy mortal! Woo!

2:Awwh, thanks!

3:Nah, It's okay, I explode on a daily basis anyway. If you hadn't have given me the fruit, I'd have exploded from something else within five minutes.

4:Mmmm, sounds yummers! (I just made that up!)

5:I. WILL. YAY!

Quel: Stalkers are nice. Remember that. *whisper* So maybe I won't get arrested *cough cough* what? Nothing! Oh, they're gonna get even MORE interesting! Ya know why? 'Cause I just thought and developed a way to make you people suffer through more cliffhangers recently! Yay! Cal can have Steve, I'm pretty sure we're done with him. *Gives Steve to Cal*

Kay, I think we're done with that. Let's get goin'!

Zim peered at the back of Gaz's head through narrowed eyes. He watched her walk ahead of him confidently, kicking his robot servant around like a soccer ball, as if Zim had already given her permission. Of course, he hadn't.

He felt a feeling of hate rise up in his chest, then to his throat, trying to persuade him to give a deep growl. He kept silent, thinking, even his mental words dripping with a hateful tone.

How dare she? It was completely unfair. The fruit had been his payback, not just a random prank. She had put him through years of torment, verbally and phisically. He was just getting even. And she had to go and kick his...sensitive area.

Of course, he considered that him winning the battle may have gotten them even anyway, but pushed that possibility out of his mind in the end. The battle was just a way to determine who was stronger. Other than that, it had served no real purpose.

When Gaz kicked the bubble just a little too hard, sending it against the side of a wide-trunked tree, making a sound of stress on the plastic, Zim snapped. He dashed at lightning speed, grabbed Gir, and threw him at Gaz. It hit her in the head. She growled, but before she could start yelling at him, Zim said in a cruel, yet quiet voice, "This. Isn't. Over."

Gaz narrowed her eyes, and threw Gir to the ground so that she could point a menacing finger at her rival.

"Don't get me started! If you would just stop being a retard and let it be over, it would save you a lot of trouble and pain!"

"I don't know what kind of insult this 'retard' is supposed to be." Zim seethed. "But just because you won the battle, doesn't mean you won the war!"

"Quit with the cliches. You just admitted that your little fight that apparently gave you the right to KIDNAP me didn't win the war."

"So what if I did? If we had a final fight, I would probably beat you again!"

"You sayin' you want another fight?"

"Maybe I am. Think you can handle it, little Gaz?"

"I ain't so little no more, buddy."

"You are to me," Zim chuckled. Gaz growled in response.

"Quit with the small talk! We're gonna fight."

"Are we now?"

"Right here, right now, buster."

"Look who's using the cliches now."

"Watch it!"

"Make me," Zim said quietly. They both stood in a battle stance, their hands glowing in their special energy. Gir's cries of peace were ignored.

However, something happened that couldn't be ignored. A loud crashing came in through the trees, and in surprise their energy beams, which made their hands look like they were on fire, faded away. They stopped growling and yelling, and even Gir was silenced, if but for a moment.

They all turned to look at the intruder.

Dun DUN duuunnnn!