Hello, everyone. I am Liam O'Connor, of the Angry Scots. I would have
written this with my cohort, but I couldn't wait to post this!
Disclaimer: Invader Zim and Happy Noodle Boy are property of Johnen Vasquez. To any of you who might think differently: I will regurgitate no peas!
The Angry Scots present:
Suits You, Sir
A Twisted Tale
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Zim sat in his underground lab, or whatever the hell you want to call it. Gir was yet again being an annoying little twit, but Zim was too tired to care.
He had rebuilt the Matter Replacement Machine, even after the pig incident. It had taken quite a while to remove the thing from his cranium and find his brain. Even he didn't know how he did it.
It had taken hours of hard work, but he was finally ready to test the machine once again. This time, there was no room for mistakes.
"Gir!" Zim called, walking over to the control panel. "Come now!" Gir looked up from the squeaky moose he was playing with and rushed to Zim's side, tongue hanging.
"Gir, this is a very important moment for me, and if you mess it up, I shall bring DOOMY DOOM UPON YOUR HEAD!" The small, green Zim stood, awaiting an answer. Gir's head went from side to side for a moment, indicating that he was pondering this. Suddenly, he locked his eyes forward, narrowing them, as they turned red.
"Yes, sir!" He replied, giving a smart salute. Zim had seen this many times; he simply gave the robot a strange look. It would pass, he told himself.
"Gir… bring me an item… THE MOOSE!"
Gir's eyes began to fill with tears, and suddenly Zim remembered the pig incident. He didn't want steroid-infused robot Dib again… shudder. "No," he said. Not the moose." Gir smiled. Zim didn't care. "What can I use?" Zim pondered, searching around the room. "Something that causes doom, perhaps?"
Just as Zim was about to turn his attention to a particularly sinister object in a corner of the metal cave, he heard a thud behind him. He spun around right away, to find Gir sprawled on the floor in front of the machine, and his squeaky moose soaring through the air into the portal.
"NO!" Zim yelled, rushing towards the vast machine, but he knew his attempts to stop it would be futile. It had already begun.
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Johnen Vasquez sat at his desk with paper and pen, not bothering to enjoy the warm spring air drifting in through his open window. He had begun work on the newest comic adventure of Happy Noodle Boy, if you wanted to call it an adventure. More like a rant.
He scratched away feverishly at the paper with his pen, completely absorbed in his work, when all of a sudden he noticed something odd. He stood up, looking over his paper and squinting. "How the hell did a moose get drawn in there?"
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"Gir, you idiot! Now my plans of doomy domination could be ruined again, like they almost were before! FOOL!"
The little robot wasn't paying any attention to his master. He was rocking back and forth slowly, chanting "moosey moosey moose…"
Zim growled, turning around to see if any damage had been done to the machine. He nearly jumped when he noticed a tall, shadowed figure standing in the middle of the ramp leading to the portal.
"AH! Who are you? You are skinny. Leave now!"
The figure tilted its head to one side, and after a moment gave a simple reply.
"I am Freshmaker, Lord of the Cheese!"
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Ah, yes. It may seem sad, but I have wanted to say that for a while. If any of you like this fic, more will be coming soon.
Disclaimer: Invader Zim and Happy Noodle Boy are property of Johnen Vasquez. To any of you who might think differently: I will regurgitate no peas!
The Angry Scots present:
Suits You, Sir
A Twisted Tale
++++++
Zim sat in his underground lab, or whatever the hell you want to call it. Gir was yet again being an annoying little twit, but Zim was too tired to care.
He had rebuilt the Matter Replacement Machine, even after the pig incident. It had taken quite a while to remove the thing from his cranium and find his brain. Even he didn't know how he did it.
It had taken hours of hard work, but he was finally ready to test the machine once again. This time, there was no room for mistakes.
"Gir!" Zim called, walking over to the control panel. "Come now!" Gir looked up from the squeaky moose he was playing with and rushed to Zim's side, tongue hanging.
"Gir, this is a very important moment for me, and if you mess it up, I shall bring DOOMY DOOM UPON YOUR HEAD!" The small, green Zim stood, awaiting an answer. Gir's head went from side to side for a moment, indicating that he was pondering this. Suddenly, he locked his eyes forward, narrowing them, as they turned red.
"Yes, sir!" He replied, giving a smart salute. Zim had seen this many times; he simply gave the robot a strange look. It would pass, he told himself.
"Gir… bring me an item… THE MOOSE!"
Gir's eyes began to fill with tears, and suddenly Zim remembered the pig incident. He didn't want steroid-infused robot Dib again… shudder. "No," he said. Not the moose." Gir smiled. Zim didn't care. "What can I use?" Zim pondered, searching around the room. "Something that causes doom, perhaps?"
Just as Zim was about to turn his attention to a particularly sinister object in a corner of the metal cave, he heard a thud behind him. He spun around right away, to find Gir sprawled on the floor in front of the machine, and his squeaky moose soaring through the air into the portal.
"NO!" Zim yelled, rushing towards the vast machine, but he knew his attempts to stop it would be futile. It had already begun.
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Johnen Vasquez sat at his desk with paper and pen, not bothering to enjoy the warm spring air drifting in through his open window. He had begun work on the newest comic adventure of Happy Noodle Boy, if you wanted to call it an adventure. More like a rant.
He scratched away feverishly at the paper with his pen, completely absorbed in his work, when all of a sudden he noticed something odd. He stood up, looking over his paper and squinting. "How the hell did a moose get drawn in there?"
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"Gir, you idiot! Now my plans of doomy domination could be ruined again, like they almost were before! FOOL!"
The little robot wasn't paying any attention to his master. He was rocking back and forth slowly, chanting "moosey moosey moose…"
Zim growled, turning around to see if any damage had been done to the machine. He nearly jumped when he noticed a tall, shadowed figure standing in the middle of the ramp leading to the portal.
"AH! Who are you? You are skinny. Leave now!"
The figure tilted its head to one side, and after a moment gave a simple reply.
"I am Freshmaker, Lord of the Cheese!"
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Ah, yes. It may seem sad, but I have wanted to say that for a while. If any of you like this fic, more will be coming soon.