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You know it all, people. Mmmyep.
-Note-
You people have made me happy, so I'm sitting here typing this, eatin' cheese crackers and watching Spongebob Squarepants. Hey, Mom, can you get me a can of Poop…?
-You may now proceed onto the more interesting part of this thing-
Zim grinned and got that bloodthirsty look on his face as he gazed at the phone. "I've got an idea, GIR! Perhaps we can persuade the human STINKS into believing that I am their leader. Soon all shall be bowing before me, ZIM!"
"Can't we order tacos?" GIR asked, but Zim had already scrambled down to his lab. Before long, he arose from the toilet, with the neighborhood's telephone book in his arms. He rushed over, snatched up the phone, flipped the book open, and dialed the first number.
The phone was immediately picked up by a woman. "Hello, Katherine Miggs here!"
Zim ignored her and plunged right in with his idea. "Greetings, stinkworm! I am Zim, and I am calling to inform you that I have become ruler of this filthy planet. You are to come to Stewpud Square at 1:00 p.m. sharp, where you will WORSHIP me! If you do not, I shall hunt you down and lob off your head with my lasers! LASERS! LASERS! LASERS!"
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Is this a prank? The Mickey Mouse Club is coming on soon, and my children and I were preparing to watch it."
"Prank?" Zim asked. "No, of course not. This is no prank. You are to listen to my instructions, pigworm. If not… Then ZIM will forbid you to watch your stupid, pathetic show."
Katherine gasped. "No Mickey Mouse Club? Oh, I'll come!"
Zim continued with this, calling every name in the book. At last, he came to the last name in the book… the Membranes. Please do not sue me, I am aware of the fact that M is not the last letter of the alphabet [I hope I am aware, in any case]. But… well, I am to say no more. The Dib fan girls are ready to pounce on me. They are armed. ARMED, I tell you.
Zim dialed the number, glancing at the clock. 12:40 p.m. Almost one o'clock.
There were four rings, and then the answering machine. Zim left a brief message, disguising his voice and stating that Dib should visit Stewpud Square and see about the commotion of some paranormal sightings. Zim hung up, confident.
"Come on, GIR. Time to go to Stewpud Square."
What a completely strange chapter. Ah well. To be continued.
You know it all, people. Mmmyep.
-Note-
You people have made me happy, so I'm sitting here typing this, eatin' cheese crackers and watching Spongebob Squarepants. Hey, Mom, can you get me a can of Poop…?
-You may now proceed onto the more interesting part of this thing-
Zim grinned and got that bloodthirsty look on his face as he gazed at the phone. "I've got an idea, GIR! Perhaps we can persuade the human STINKS into believing that I am their leader. Soon all shall be bowing before me, ZIM!"
"Can't we order tacos?" GIR asked, but Zim had already scrambled down to his lab. Before long, he arose from the toilet, with the neighborhood's telephone book in his arms. He rushed over, snatched up the phone, flipped the book open, and dialed the first number.
The phone was immediately picked up by a woman. "Hello, Katherine Miggs here!"
Zim ignored her and plunged right in with his idea. "Greetings, stinkworm! I am Zim, and I am calling to inform you that I have become ruler of this filthy planet. You are to come to Stewpud Square at 1:00 p.m. sharp, where you will WORSHIP me! If you do not, I shall hunt you down and lob off your head with my lasers! LASERS! LASERS! LASERS!"
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Is this a prank? The Mickey Mouse Club is coming on soon, and my children and I were preparing to watch it."
"Prank?" Zim asked. "No, of course not. This is no prank. You are to listen to my instructions, pigworm. If not… Then ZIM will forbid you to watch your stupid, pathetic show."
Katherine gasped. "No Mickey Mouse Club? Oh, I'll come!"
Zim continued with this, calling every name in the book. At last, he came to the last name in the book… the Membranes. Please do not sue me, I am aware of the fact that M is not the last letter of the alphabet [I hope I am aware, in any case]. But… well, I am to say no more. The Dib fan girls are ready to pounce on me. They are armed. ARMED, I tell you.
Zim dialed the number, glancing at the clock. 12:40 p.m. Almost one o'clock.
There were four rings, and then the answering machine. Zim left a brief message, disguising his voice and stating that Dib should visit Stewpud Square and see about the commotion of some paranormal sightings. Zim hung up, confident.
"Come on, GIR. Time to go to Stewpud Square."
What a completely strange chapter. Ah well. To be continued.
