"DIDN'T YA HEAR ME???!!!" laughed GIR loudly. "I MUST LICK THE PORK CHOPS UNTIL THEY GLEAM!!!"
Zim laughed nervously and quickly handed GIR another Brainfreezy to get him to shut up.
"But I do exist in my own dimension, the actual reality, right?" said Dib.
"Yes," Zim said again.
Dib took a moment to observe his surroundings. A few buildings nearby were smoldering. What appeared to be this alternate dimension's version of the Webbed Fish Toe kid was sitting on a stoop, slathering oysters on his face. A sickly version of Regis Philbin came waddling toward them, drooling at the mouth, and appeared to have a rash on his eyelids.
"It's no wonder you can control these other versions of people!" Dib yelled angrily at Zim. "They're drooling morons….more so than before…"
Zim broke out into one of his evil Zim laughs.
Suddenly, a loud burst of music issued onto the street where Dib, Gaz, Zim, and GIR were standing. It was Defeat You by Smash Mouth. It appeared to be the same song as the one in the actual reality.
"Hey…I know where you're from, it makes it that much nicer to meet you, hey… I know what you've done, it makes it that much better to defeat you…"
GIR began dancing, naturally, and whipped out a bottle of A1 steak sauce. He opened the bottle, tilted it back, and began to drink it.
Zim didn't seem to notice or care. He just really liked the words "it makes it that much better to defeat you."
"I have a spatula lodged in my throat," wheezed the sickly version of Regis.
Dib was in a reeling disbelief that all of this was happening. He slapped himself repeatedly, hoping he could wake up or something. Obviously, nothing happened, so he backed away slowly and ran off, as the sickly Regis moved toward him, clutching his throat and gasping for air.
Gaz stood rooted to the spot. She was almost past level 32.
Dib ran into Zim's house. It was twice the size that it was before. But Dib expected this, I mean after all, the supreme ruler of the world and his supreme robot slept here. It had to be big.
GIR sat in front of the T.V, watching the Scary Monkey show.
"I love this show," said Gir. He noticed Dib, and immediately went into alert mode. "I'M GUARDING THE HOUSE!"
"Yikes! Okay…okay!" exclaimed Dib.
Gir went back to normal. "Want a cupcake?" A cupcake catapulted out of GIR's head and into his hand.
"No thanks. I remember what happened the last time I ate one of those," replied Dib.
"Oh these don't make you stupid," replied Gir.
"Really?"
"Yep. They turn you into a monkey instead," replied GIR, who then began mimicking a monkey.
Dib wondered if Zim knew that…
He shuddered suddenly when he felt someone breathing on his neck. Dib turned to see the sickly version of Regis, who had apparently followed him.
"I like coconuts," the sickly Regis wheezed.
Dib squinted one eye (you know, the way Zim characters do) and shoved Regis out the door of the lair.
Zim arrived at his larger home, expecting that Dib had seen it. He turned to watch the sickly version of Regis flop into the middle of the street, turn himself inside-out, and explode.
Zim shrugged, and turned into the walk leading up to his home base. He went inside, and saw, as he figured, Dib there.
"So, Dib, what do you think about this world, now that it's MINE!!!?" Zim said, laughing wickedly.
"I dunno, but what is going on outside?" said Dib, drawing everyone's attention to what was happening out on the street outside Zim's house.
A team of about 10 elderly ladies in their seventies or eighties were forming a human pyramid outside on the street.
"Okay…" said Zim, turning away.
GIR, who had moments before walked unnoticed into the kitchen, came out with a batch of his old cupcakes, the ones which inflicted insanity, not monkey-like behavior.
"I got more cupcakes!" he announced.
Before Zim could do anything to stop him, GIR shoved about five or six down Zim's throat. Now the "Supreme Ruler of the World" would become even more demented than he already was. And if he controlled everything…
Dib stared as a sick, twisted version of Conan O'Brien came break-dancing along the sidewalk while vomiting up cheese curds and live goldfish.
"I don't know if this is possible, but I think since Zim took over the world, things have actually gotten stranger," said Dib, reflecting on what was going on.
"HOLY DAY-GLOW RUBBER PANTS IN WINTER! Gir! What have you done?" exclaimed Zim.
"I fed you some of my cupcakes," replied Gir.
"The ones that make you stupid, or the ones that turn you into a monkey?" asked Zim.
"Hmm…The ones that make you stupid."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" exclaimed Zim, falling to his knees.
"Dib, I need the cure, for my neurons are already beginning to suffer the abuse of these horrific cupcakes! AAARRRGGHHH!" Zim shrieked as about 18 of his brain cells….melted.
Dib knew that there was no way that he'd let Zim have the neuron-saving concoction that counteracted this madness…. In fact, it might be the way to Dib saving, or at least getting out of, this dimension.
"The marshmallows! THEY HAUNT ME!!!" Zim ranted, suffering a little pain as another 5 Irken brain cells dissolved.
"Fun!!" squealed GIR happily, as he began sucking on another Brainfreezy, which appeared to have materialized at GIR's will.
Zim regained control of his mind, as would happen every now and then between spasms of exploding/imploding/melting/erupting brain cells.
"I need to do something --- before my brain is reduced to nothing!" said Zim. "I BELONG TO THE ASTERISKS!!"
Dib stared. "Why should I help you? You vaporized me!"
"I didn't vaporize you…I vaporized the other you…from this world," replied Zim. Then there was another neuron spasm. 15 neurons went down the metaphoric toilet this time. "Holy Spasming Burritos! "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" contains the answers to all life's questions! And those unanswered can be answered in "Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey"!!"
"WHAT?!!!" exclaimed Dib.
Zim regained control. "Please help me! I'll let you be co-ruler! PLEASSEEE!!!"
"Co-ruler eh…hmmm…" thought Dib.
Zim laughed nervously and quickly handed GIR another Brainfreezy to get him to shut up.
"But I do exist in my own dimension, the actual reality, right?" said Dib.
"Yes," Zim said again.
Dib took a moment to observe his surroundings. A few buildings nearby were smoldering. What appeared to be this alternate dimension's version of the Webbed Fish Toe kid was sitting on a stoop, slathering oysters on his face. A sickly version of Regis Philbin came waddling toward them, drooling at the mouth, and appeared to have a rash on his eyelids.
"It's no wonder you can control these other versions of people!" Dib yelled angrily at Zim. "They're drooling morons….more so than before…"
Zim broke out into one of his evil Zim laughs.
Suddenly, a loud burst of music issued onto the street where Dib, Gaz, Zim, and GIR were standing. It was Defeat You by Smash Mouth. It appeared to be the same song as the one in the actual reality.
"Hey…I know where you're from, it makes it that much nicer to meet you, hey… I know what you've done, it makes it that much better to defeat you…"
GIR began dancing, naturally, and whipped out a bottle of A1 steak sauce. He opened the bottle, tilted it back, and began to drink it.
Zim didn't seem to notice or care. He just really liked the words "it makes it that much better to defeat you."
"I have a spatula lodged in my throat," wheezed the sickly version of Regis.
Dib was in a reeling disbelief that all of this was happening. He slapped himself repeatedly, hoping he could wake up or something. Obviously, nothing happened, so he backed away slowly and ran off, as the sickly Regis moved toward him, clutching his throat and gasping for air.
Gaz stood rooted to the spot. She was almost past level 32.
Dib ran into Zim's house. It was twice the size that it was before. But Dib expected this, I mean after all, the supreme ruler of the world and his supreme robot slept here. It had to be big.
GIR sat in front of the T.V, watching the Scary Monkey show.
"I love this show," said Gir. He noticed Dib, and immediately went into alert mode. "I'M GUARDING THE HOUSE!"
"Yikes! Okay…okay!" exclaimed Dib.
Gir went back to normal. "Want a cupcake?" A cupcake catapulted out of GIR's head and into his hand.
"No thanks. I remember what happened the last time I ate one of those," replied Dib.
"Oh these don't make you stupid," replied Gir.
"Really?"
"Yep. They turn you into a monkey instead," replied GIR, who then began mimicking a monkey.
Dib wondered if Zim knew that…
He shuddered suddenly when he felt someone breathing on his neck. Dib turned to see the sickly version of Regis, who had apparently followed him.
"I like coconuts," the sickly Regis wheezed.
Dib squinted one eye (you know, the way Zim characters do) and shoved Regis out the door of the lair.
Zim arrived at his larger home, expecting that Dib had seen it. He turned to watch the sickly version of Regis flop into the middle of the street, turn himself inside-out, and explode.
Zim shrugged, and turned into the walk leading up to his home base. He went inside, and saw, as he figured, Dib there.
"So, Dib, what do you think about this world, now that it's MINE!!!?" Zim said, laughing wickedly.
"I dunno, but what is going on outside?" said Dib, drawing everyone's attention to what was happening out on the street outside Zim's house.
A team of about 10 elderly ladies in their seventies or eighties were forming a human pyramid outside on the street.
"Okay…" said Zim, turning away.
GIR, who had moments before walked unnoticed into the kitchen, came out with a batch of his old cupcakes, the ones which inflicted insanity, not monkey-like behavior.
"I got more cupcakes!" he announced.
Before Zim could do anything to stop him, GIR shoved about five or six down Zim's throat. Now the "Supreme Ruler of the World" would become even more demented than he already was. And if he controlled everything…
Dib stared as a sick, twisted version of Conan O'Brien came break-dancing along the sidewalk while vomiting up cheese curds and live goldfish.
"I don't know if this is possible, but I think since Zim took over the world, things have actually gotten stranger," said Dib, reflecting on what was going on.
"HOLY DAY-GLOW RUBBER PANTS IN WINTER! Gir! What have you done?" exclaimed Zim.
"I fed you some of my cupcakes," replied Gir.
"The ones that make you stupid, or the ones that turn you into a monkey?" asked Zim.
"Hmm…The ones that make you stupid."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" exclaimed Zim, falling to his knees.
"Dib, I need the cure, for my neurons are already beginning to suffer the abuse of these horrific cupcakes! AAARRRGGHHH!" Zim shrieked as about 18 of his brain cells….melted.
Dib knew that there was no way that he'd let Zim have the neuron-saving concoction that counteracted this madness…. In fact, it might be the way to Dib saving, or at least getting out of, this dimension.
"The marshmallows! THEY HAUNT ME!!!" Zim ranted, suffering a little pain as another 5 Irken brain cells dissolved.
"Fun!!" squealed GIR happily, as he began sucking on another Brainfreezy, which appeared to have materialized at GIR's will.
Zim regained control of his mind, as would happen every now and then between spasms of exploding/imploding/melting/erupting brain cells.
"I need to do something --- before my brain is reduced to nothing!" said Zim. "I BELONG TO THE ASTERISKS!!"
Dib stared. "Why should I help you? You vaporized me!"
"I didn't vaporize you…I vaporized the other you…from this world," replied Zim. Then there was another neuron spasm. 15 neurons went down the metaphoric toilet this time. "Holy Spasming Burritos! "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" contains the answers to all life's questions! And those unanswered can be answered in "Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey"!!"
"WHAT?!!!" exclaimed Dib.
Zim regained control. "Please help me! I'll let you be co-ruler! PLEASSEEE!!!"
"Co-ruler eh…hmmm…" thought Dib.
