Hey, look!  It's me!  And I'm still writing this fic!  And I don't know why!  And I can't seem to stop ending sentences in exclamation points!  And all my sentences begin with 'and'!  And I don't know why that is either!  And I'm shutting up now!   Wait a minute, no I'm not!  (Hey, a sentence that didn't include 'and')  I've made up my mind about this fic.  Anyone who wants to be in it can say so in their review.  But even if I get no reviews, I'll still finish!  (There's that exclamation point again)

            K'Rin is staring out the front view port of her ship, looking puzzled.  "Hey, Dib?  Do you have the feeling that we forgot something?"

            "Noooo.  Why?  Do you?"

            "Yeah, I think I do.  Let's see."  She takes her hands off the controls to count on her fingers.  "You're here, Gir's at my house, Zim's following us…"  The ship begins to spin wildly out of control.  K'Rin continues her list.  "…we've got weapons…"

            "Aahh!  What are you doing!"  Dib leaps forward and takes the controls.  Unfortunately, he has no clue how to fly K'Rin's spacecraft, so this only makes things worse.  K'Rin is still trying to remember what she forgot, completely oblivious to the situation.

            CLUNK!

            "Ouch!  Hey, that hurt!"

            During a particularly violent spin, something falls from the ceiling onto K'Rin's head, jarring her rudely back to reality.

            "Gir?  But I thought you were back at the house."

            "I couldn't find the taco mix!"  Gir replies innocently.

            "Taco…mix?  I thought you were making waffles."

            "Oh yeaaaahhhh."

            K'Rin looks at Gir strangely.  "Whatever.  Hey!  I remember now."  She grabs the controls, and does a quick U-turn, flying back in the direction from whence they came.  "Where's Gaz?"   (A/N:  Thanks gaz)

            Zim's face appears on K'Rin's viewscreen.  "Where are you going, Zeryllian?" he sneers, "Lost?"

            "No," K'Rin replies, sneering back.  "I'm going to go get Gaz."

            "What!  Another filthy earthenoid?  Why must this be?!"

            "Um, K'Rin," Dib interjects, "All Gaz cares about is playing her Gameslave.  What makes you think she'll even come with us?"

            "Don't worry," K'Rin says confidently, "I can be very persuasive."

Five minutes later, at Dib's house…

            "Please?"

            "No."

            "Please?"

            "No!"

            "PLEASE?"

            "NO!"

            "Aww, come on.  It'll be fun."

            Gaz just glares at K'Rin.

            "Fine.  Be that way," K'Rin shrugs.  "But remember, you made me do this.  I am now forced to wheedle you into coming with me."

            "What?"

            "Wheedle, wheedle," K'Rin replies, grinning evilly.  "Wheedle wheedle wheedle."  (A/N:  Yep, I stole this from The Angry Beavers.  Too good a line to waste.)

            Gaz's eye begins to twitch.  Any sane person would run far, far away at this point.  However, that particular adjective does not apply to K'Rin.

            "If you interrupt my game ONE MORE TIME…"

            "Wheedle wheedle wheedle wheedle wheedle wheedle wheedle…"

            "ARGH!  Fine!  If I come with you, will you just leave me ALONE?"

            "Wheed- Deal.  If you come with me this one time, I will never bother you again for the rest of eternity."  (Gaz doesn't notice K'Rin's crossed fingers)

            "Let's go," Gaz says grumpily.

Back on K'Rin's ship…

            Gaz is seated on the floor, playing Vampire Piggy Hunter 3 and glaring at Gir, who is trying to 'help'. 

"How did you get her to come?" Dib whispers amazedly to K'Rin.

K'Rin looks at him innocently.  "I told you I was persuasive."

Okay.  That was a short chapter.  Thanks to gaz, who pointed out that Gaz was not in my fic.  Also, I do not own anything in this fic other than myself.  That whole wheedle thing was from The Angry Beavers, and I don't own that either.  (I can't believe Nick took that show off the air.  Argh!)  Okay, if anyone would like to help me smite that annoying ISP, just say so in your review.  (Smite is my new favorite word.  That's one of the reason's I'm finishing this fic.  There's lots of opportunity to use it in a fic about dooming stuff.  Which brings me to my most terrible dilemma.  What is the past tense of 'smite'?  Is it smited, smote, smitten?  I don't know.  I have had many involved conversations on the topic with many different people, and none of them know either.  If you know, please tell me!)  Okay.  R and R please!  Don't force me to wheedle you!