Me: Well, it has been a long time, heheh, just thought I'd...
Zim: (has a ray gun to my head) Just...write.
Me: But Zim...
Zim: WRITE!

"OWWW ZIM! YOU GOT WATER IN MY EYE!" Gaz rubbed at her face.
"What? A water gun? But how?" Zim inspected it. "Gir, what did you do with my ray gun?"
"I MADE IT INTO AN OVEN!" Gir screamed.
~Back at Zims house~
Zims Oven: Your muffins are ready, O lord of the leprechauns.
"ZIM!" screamed Gaz, who had recovered. "NOW YOU DIE!" She did a Japanese transformer-sequence and gained a body-hugging costume and several useless powers, such as the power to make dogs smell, and the power to make water into carbonated water.
"I just like the costume," said Gaz. "NOW YOU DIE!"
"Shut up," said Janitor.
"Guh, buh, juh" said Zim.
"Take your hits like the alien you are, Zim!" said Gaz, pounding Zims face into the wall.
"Shut uuuuuP!" said Janitor.
"Geeeehhhhhh...."
"Yes, I agree. Shut up."
"Glad you see it my way."
"Okay then."
"Fine."
Janitor used his spider web to shut up the mortal meat-tubes before he wasted more of his brain on them. Then he dragged it into his new doom-ship. "Yippy skippys" he said.
Dib lay on the floor of the voot runner. He had hidden in a corner, so no one had seen him. Janitor looked oddly familiar to him...so very familiar that it caused him to have fatal flashbacks. He blinked.

"Are you sure this is going to work?"
"No, not at all."
"Okie-dokie then. You realize that if this thing ever got loose, it would wreck us both without blinking."
"Yes."
"K, just checking."
The Irken mutation which he had just seen swam into view. Yes, the word Irken was in his dream, though he didn't know that Zim was an Irken. Except now it wasn't mutated. His father stood behind Janitor.
"Eww, why is it so gooey?"
"So is the way of filth-filled bugbladders of this planet. Why do you wear that thing? You don't have to."
"I like it!"
"You disturb me. Start test procedure number 387, "do mortal stinkbeasts enjoy being dipped in acid."
"Yes, Sir."
Everything else was a seering sheet of pain.

Gir sat down and cried. Cried and cried and cried.
"Im gonna sing the sad song now!" he burbled. "Sad sad sad sad, sad sad sad sad, saddy saddy sad, SAD..."
The reason Gir was sad was because he ran out of cupcakes. But wait-didn't Zim always keep one on him to keep his psycho robot happy? Yes, He did! Gir could remember some fun times with Zim and that spare cupcake....

"Master..."
"SHUT UP GIR! FETCH THE CUPCAKE!"
or another time...

"Master..."
"IM BUSY GIR! FETCH THE CUPCAKE!"
or another...
"Master..."
"Gir, Im out of cupcakes. Wait, what are you doing? O no! O sweet mother of Irk NO!"

Yes, that was good. Gir would just have to find Zim. And so the tiny robot steered back towards the bug that had taken Zim and Gaz, or Doom child, as Gir liked to call her, away.


To be continued...

I promise yah, I'll have more up soon!