Things I'd do for you

by MiriahoftheWind

For those of you who hate Nick but LOVE Invader Zim. Based on the 12 tasks of hercules. This is my last chapter. I hope you've enjoyed the story.

8. The Good, The Bad, and The Butt-Ugly

Twelve Things I'd do for you

by

~Miriah~of~the~Wind~

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Chapter 8: The Good, The Bad, and The Butt Ugly.

The Director opened the drawer and took the 2nd to last key.

"Now, Zim" the director said, "The next thing you need to do is feed The Butt Ugly Martians. Nobody else will get near them."

"Oh, yes, I'll give them a meal they'll never forget." Zim muttered. She walked and put the key in it's lock. The only lock that was left was the manacle around Invader Zim's neck. Zim took the elevator to the sixteenth floor where the kitchen and the Butt Ugly Martian studio was. Zim walked down the hall and took the door to the left and there, in all of there ugly ugliness was the dreaded Butt Ugly Martians. Zim couldn't help but shudder. Never in all of her wildest nightmares did she ever seen something so horrible. They all stared at her like a Martian looked at an Irken and Zim stared at the them a way that a Irken would stared at a Martian. With pure unsatisfactory hatred. Zim backed out the door slowly and cautiously. She ran to the door on the right and there was the kitchen. She grabbed bowl and a blender and hooked it up. Then she stooped and thought. The cheerleaders at her school talked about The Butt Ugly Martians just like Zim talked Invader Zim. All the time and at the top of their lungs. She heard that they like spicy food so what about sour food? She open the cupboards and saw a truck load of sour candy. Zim put it in the blender and then she went to the refrigerator. There were 16 lemons she squeezed all of them and put the juice into the blender and put in on high blast. She dumped the contents in a large bowl and walked into the room where the Martians were. She put the bowl down before them and walked away slowly out the door. She ran toward the elevator, bushed the button to the top floor as fast as she can, and was chuckling as she heard Martian screams of horror.

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