CHAPTER 2! Yeeehaw! I managed to write this one up! Enjoy, or face the wrath! Give me the meeeeeeeat!

CHAPTER 2
Truces and Cheeses
Tass munched his cheese biscuit happily, playing a round of solitaire with himself. He loved this planet; the gravity allowed him to move freely, and they mass-produced cheese. He had seen some of the 'cows' that this cheese came from, and was already plotting to kidnap one and force it to make fresh cheese for him.
He was about to win when a loud banging made him jump, the cheese biscuit fling from his hand. Quickly, he stood and activated a camera of the front door. Zim knelt there, and he was pounding the steel doors furiously. His insane droid bounced around behind him, squealing the doom song at the top of his lungs.
"Sar! Let me in! I demand it!!" then, most likely realizing what he'd just said, Zim cowered on the ground in fear. "I mean, pllleeease almighty taller-than-me-Sar, please... let me in?"
Even before Tass could respond, Sar stepped through the doorway into the security control room and pressed a blue button on the control panel. A long, thin tube shot up in front of Zim, and a display screen expanded from it.
"This is Sar. Why are you hear, Zim??" She demanded, narrowing one eye.
"I've come to suggest a truce!" Zim exclaimed.
Sar pondered this a moment, then burst out in hysterical laughter. "You? A truce... with me?? I gave you 24 hours, Zim, and you disobeyed me. I'm going to have to kill you now."
The transmition abruptly shut off and the screen snapped shut, leaving Zim standing, alone and disturbed, outside Sar's base. He was about to call for his Vood Runner for home when the ground began to shake slightly, and a section of the grass rose slowly, exposing the gleaming purple hull of a Vood Runner.
Sar slowly piloted the Vood Runner out of the docking bay, turning the front towards a cowering Zim and his dancing G.I.R. unit. "I'll give you until the count of one to run, Zim. ...one." And with that, she fired off an explosive missile behind Zim, knocking him off his feet and under the Vood Runner. In order to keep her base in-tact, Sar picked Zim up with a pair of metallic claws, stuffed him in the cargo bay of her Vood Runner, and took off for a more isolated spot in which to destroy him.
"I love doom..." she sighed, leaning back in her seat and putting the Runner on auto-pilot for the nearest moon.
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Tass stood up and exited the base, quickly assessing Zim's S.I.R.'s capabilities. If Sar was going to eliminate Zim, there was no reason for Tass not to have some fun with his droid.
"You, foolish robot stink-beast, give me your name!" He roared, teleporting in front of Gir. Gir looked up, mildly surprised, then leaped at Tass squealing. "I like cheese!" He said after a moment.
Tass's glowing, orange eyes widened until they nearly covered his entire metallic head, and he gasped, "You like cheese too??"
"Yep!" Gir grinned, popping a huge slab of cheese pizza from his head.
"I LOVE CHEEEEEEESE!!" Tass squealed, chomping a massive bite from Gir's pizza.
"You love cheese too? Weheheee!" Gir squealed, latching himself to Tass's head. "Show me your cheese wisdom, great one!"
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Location: Earth's Moon, dark side
Sar grinned maliciously, putting her blaster back in its holster. "Hurting, are we Zim?" she purred, lifting his chin slightly.
Zim gasped and narrowed his eyes. "I will not bow to you, Sar! HAAHAAAAA!!!"
Sar snorted derisively and dropped Zim's head, dusting her meticulous black gloves off on his clothing. "You'll be bowing soon, believe me foolish Irken..." She snapped her fingers, and Zim's Vood Runner appeared beside him. "Get in. I'll give you a chance for your life." Truthfully, Sar was doing no such thing. She just wanted to play a little more before slaying Zim. She leaped into the cockpit of her own Vood Runner and revved its engines, watching as Zim painfully hauled himself into his own battered Vood Runner.
Quite unexpectedly, a blast exploded from Zim's Vood Runner as soon as he entered it, knocking Sar's runner sideways. She snarled a curse and righted herself, punching in a command with one balled-up fist. Her runner immediately began to change shape; legs extended from each of the four engin pods, and the runner stood like a dog, upright, crouched to pounce. Twin mortar cannons extended from the runner's 'back' and aimed at Zim. "Say your prayers, fool worthless Irken..." Sar spat.
Before she had time to blow Zim to Saturn's rings, Tass came up on the view screen with Gir clinging to his head and bits of cheese dripping off his metallic exterior. "Don't kill Zim! His S.I.R. likes cheese!" Tass exclaimed, waving one mozzarella-coated hand.
"What does that have to do with anything??" Sar hissed, locking Zim down with a set of thick cables.
"Chapter-2-line-3-section-6 of the Sar-guide-to-slaughter of course!" Tass smiled innocently.
"The... what??" Sar brought a bunch of text up on screen next to Tass and read down irritably, circling one line with her claw. "No killing of cheese-loving Irkens or Irkens who's robot units/assistants is permitted." She ground her teeth in anger, closing the test. "Stinking cheese-loving idiot robot..." she muttered.
"See! We can have CHEESE PARTIES NOW!" Tass grinned, chompin' down more cheese.
"...goody." Sar sighed and brought Zim up on screen. "Due to a minor... miscalculation and an error of my own fault, I must accept your offer of a truce." The words bit at Sar's tongue, and she winced after saying them. Truce? Sar didn't make truces. She broke them. Stupid cheese...
"I'm glad," Zim said in a croaking voice. One antenna was on fire.
"...you're antenna is on fire..." Sar muttered.
"...AAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Zim's Vood Runner went nuts, dive-bombing towards earth, and with a reluctant, irritated sigh, Sar followed.
And Dib watched this exchange, smiling evilly as his tape-recorder's gears whirred imperceptibly.
"Two of them... they're mine..." He grinned, laughing like an insane scientist.
"MUAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!"
"...Dib, shut up. You made me lose to Bowser," Gaz growled, hurling a paper ball at Dib.
"But... the aliens! I saw them! Two of them!!"
"Quiet!! ...I lost again!! DIE DIB!" Gaz sprang at her brother, knocking the tape recorder into a desk, where a bowling ball rolled conveniently off the table to smash it.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! If it's the last thing I do, I'll catch those aliens! BOTH OF THEM!" and Dib was knocked senseless by Gaz.