1 Chapter Three: Recess and the Pesky Poet
It was recess. Dib sat on the bench nearest the door. He had chosen to postpone his plans for Zim because of his safekeeping of the paper. However, to his misfortune, Zim was approaching him with a look to be feared.
"Dib, you thought it was so funny when you dunked me into that swimming pool I was standing near last Friday. Well, I've got my own version of a prank." Zim took his jacket and searched for any tools. "What's this?" Dib sat helplessly and watched as Dib read the notice. With a sudden surge of laughter, Zim nearly dropped it.
"What's so funny?"
"Have you even read this thing?"
"Some of it."
"Read the other half." Zim handed it to him, holding back smirks and snickers. After reading a small portion of it, he knew that something had gone terribly wrong.
"Oh, no…" Without notice, Zim snatched it out of his hands.
"Do you realize what this means?"
"What?"
"She can open the door through time any time she wants to, and I wouldn't be able to stop it. I have to eliminate her."
"How is that funny?"
"It's a very pathetic attempt at killing me. It'll take more than a piece of paper to stop me, though."
"I bet she has these codes memorized."
"Perhaps, but I'm going to kill her just to make sure."
"No. You're not going to kill her."
"What makes you think you can stop me?"
"I have the advantage, Zim."
"And what advantage would that be? One of your pathetic human tools from your house?"
"No. I have the advantage of time."
It was recess. Dib sat on the bench nearest the door. He had chosen to postpone his plans for Zim because of his safekeeping of the paper. However, to his misfortune, Zim was approaching him with a look to be feared.
"Dib, you thought it was so funny when you dunked me into that swimming pool I was standing near last Friday. Well, I've got my own version of a prank." Zim took his jacket and searched for any tools. "What's this?" Dib sat helplessly and watched as Dib read the notice. With a sudden surge of laughter, Zim nearly dropped it.
"What's so funny?"
"Have you even read this thing?"
"Some of it."
"Read the other half." Zim handed it to him, holding back smirks and snickers. After reading a small portion of it, he knew that something had gone terribly wrong.
"Oh, no…" Without notice, Zim snatched it out of his hands.
"Do you realize what this means?"
"What?"
"She can open the door through time any time she wants to, and I wouldn't be able to stop it. I have to eliminate her."
"How is that funny?"
"It's a very pathetic attempt at killing me. It'll take more than a piece of paper to stop me, though."
"I bet she has these codes memorized."
"Perhaps, but I'm going to kill her just to make sure."
"No. You're not going to kill her."
"What makes you think you can stop me?"
"I have the advantage, Zim."
"And what advantage would that be? One of your pathetic human tools from your house?"
"No. I have the advantage of time."