-Disclaimer-

Once again, I must remind you that the only thing my filthy hands possess of this story is the plot, and the characters who are not characters of Invader Zim. Hopefully you have gotten the point by now.

-Note-

I am sorry that I have stalled so long in producing the next chapter, though I am unsure of how many actually care. : ) Make me happy and R and R. I know I need help, but, eh. Don't we all?

-On to the story-

Zim raised the phone to where his ear would be, if he had one, of course, and dialed a random number as the group of screwed up girls had done previously. Two rings, and someone whipped up the phone.

"Hello?" a gruff voice barked, and Zim cleared his throat.

"Greetings, jellybean man," he said, fishing random words from his mind, "I noticed the two dogs in your backyard have been devouring a little girl's plastic wrap. That is not good. Zim commands you to stop that nonsense!"

"Two dogs? Little girl? Plastic wrap? What are you talking about, kid?" the man asked, irritated.

Zim growled with anger. "You shall obey Zim this very instant! Please visit the Membrane household and kill the one called The Dib. He is the cause of all your issues! Farewell, stinkworm!" Zim slammed the phone down, and at this point, I must pause in the story, for about one million Dib fan girls are taking care to burn me at the stake for having myself have Zim summon death upon him, though most likely, the man does not even know who in Jack's name Dib is. At the least, they have agreed to let me use my computer and move onward with the story as I am bound to the stake.

"Hmmm. That was entertaining, GIR," Zim said thoughtfully as he picked up the phone once again. GIR, however, wanted his share of 'entertainment' as well, and snatched the phone from Zim's gloved hands.

"My turn!" GIR squealed, and slammed his fist on the keypad of the telephone, which somehow, by rare chance, issued a perfect line of seven numbers, and as GIR held to the phone to HIS non existent ear, he heard the faint ringing of the other line.

The phone was soon picked up, this time by some teenage boy. "Hello?" he asked.

"WHY did ya dump meh?" GIR squealed, and burst into tears. The boy seemed startled. "Caroline? Is this you?"

GIR ignored him, and only continued weeping. "You went to Margaret! You killed Margaret! Why would you do that? WHY?! Come kiss me and gimmie a taco, pwease!"

"Um, um, I'm sorry, I really am, Carol… I didn't mean it to be this way! And(waitasec, who in the world is Margaret?"

"I LIKE FISH AND MOOSE, I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR MEAL!" GIR giggled, gently putting the phone back into place. He turned to Zim, sticking his tongue out of his mouth and grinning stupidly.

"Umm… Good work, GIR," Zim said uncertainly, and turned to face the phone once again, when an idea struck his MIRACULOUS mind…

*Ahem* To be continued…