Zim walked into the hospital and sniffed the air. "It smells like sickly humans here. Stinky!"
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Zim found Dib's room with some Irken tracking device and snuck there quietly. The receptionist didn't see him coming because she was buried in a cooking magazine. When Zim got to Dib's room, Dib was awake and staring hard at the wall. Very hard.
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Zim had to clap a few times to get Dib's attention.
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"What? Oh, hello there. Who are you? How may I help you today? I am a cow. Fear me. I'm sorry. No one is here to take your call. Please leave a message at the tone. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep!" blurted out a confused Dib.
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"SILENCE HUMAN!" shouted Zim.
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"I'm so messed up right now. I don't even know who I am!" said Dib, distressed.
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"Well I'm going to help you" said Zim cheerfully, with the hint of a smirk.
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"Really? That'd be great!" exclaimed Dib. "Who am I?"
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"You are um... Clara! Clara Noogumsworth to be exact!" answered Zim, trying to keep from laughing.
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"Oh thank you so much! And who are you?"
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"Um... I am--"
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"Oh you forgot your name too?" interrupted Dib.
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"SILENCE! My name is Wayne. Wayne Williams." said Zim.
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"Hi Herman! Would you like to eat gumdrops with me? They taste just like chicken!" offered Dib.
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"What...?!"
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"Oh you don't like gumdrops?"
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"Stop this D... er... Clara! Now c'mon now I'm taking you home."
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"Yay! Let's go home, Hermie!"
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"Don't call me that! My name is Wayne! Now come. Let's go." said Zim. He was beginning to get impatient.
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"Oh man... I feel dizzy..." mumbled Dib as he took Zim's hand (or claw, or paw, or whatever it is that Irkens have for a hand).
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"Erm... You'll feel better when you get home." said Zim. "Ugh! He's starting to get just about as annoying as GIR" thought Zim to himself.
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"Wayne" and "Clara" continued walking out of the hospital and onto the sidewalk. It began to rain a light drizzle.
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"Ahhh!! Oh no! I didn't know it would rain!" shouted Zim and he ran under a tree, even though it wasn't a very good shelter.
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"What's rain?" asked Dib.
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"Rain is an evil source of torture that comes slowly at first out the cloudy sky and it loves to terrorize poor lonely victims like yourself." answered Zim.
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"Oh...... Does that mean I don't like rain?"
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"Yes. You hate rain, Clara. You despize it. You hate it! You hate it!"
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"Aaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Go away rain! I don't like you rain! Go away! Go away!" Dib began running around in circles and people began to stare at him. "Hey, this is fun!"
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"No it isn't! Now grab that poncho from the old lady and give it to me! Now!"
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Dib went up to the old lady and said "My friend wants your poncho so give it here!"
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"Not on your life, kid!" shouted the old lady who suprisingly sounded like a man.
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"Please?"
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"Well okay. Since you said 'please'" and the old lady gave Dib the poncho.
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"Here you go, Wayne!" said Dib as he handed Zim the poncho.
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The poncho was so big for Zim it was like a blanket! Once he wrapped it around himself nicely, they continued walking. Zim was whimpering silently to himself as it started to rain harder.
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Zim could see his base ahead and he urged Dib or "Clara" to hurry up.
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"I live here?" asked Dib when they stopped at the front of Zim's purple and green house.
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"Yes," said Zim.
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"It's pretty! I like it!"
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"Yes, yes, yes... Now come on in," said Zim with an evil grin as he opened the door.