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Sorry this took so long to get out, I had other matters on mind and didn't feel ready to continue with the story. However ~ahem~, now that I have returned, you may read my story. As for the new ~ symbols… Let's just say I've been reading a little too much Hooked On Kara ~cough cough~… Okay, only Bree will get that. Oh well. Oh yeah, I am an everybody fan. I love 'em all. If I HAD to pick one as a favorite, it would be Zim, though. But anyway… READ ONWARD, SPOOTHEADS!

-… Um… reading onward-

And what the elderly woman proclaimed was true; Dib and Zim had resorted to a violent battle, smacking and wrestling each other.

"What are those idiots doing?" a skeptical young boy asked his mother.

"Now, now, Gregory," she scolded him. "Just because they really ARE idiots, doesn't mean you can speak about them that way."

"Can we stop bowing now?" somebody whined, and as one should know, once one person starts whining, it causes the whole group surrounding him to act whiney and babyish, and had I been there, I might have stuffed their faces full with pacifiers to shut them up and treat them babyishly. But that's just me, and I wasn't there, anyway.

Finally, Dib shoved Zim and sent him rolling down the hill. Dib quickly scrambled to his feet and whipped out a megaphone from some unknown pocket in his flashy trench coat. I wish I could do that.

"Citizens, hear me!" Dib yelled. "This ALIEN is NOT our new leader! This was a trick to getting you STUPID GULLIBLE people into believing him, so he could rule you single-handedly! You know what, you're just the most gullible people I have EVER seen! And Zim, your stupid little paranormal sighting message didn't fool me! I knew it was you!"

Zim snorted. "Not until you came and saw what was happening," he argued, which just caused another endless argument.

"Dude, man, I'm leaving," a teenage boy spat, rising to his feet and striding away. A few lovesick girls flounced off after him.

When Zim and Dib had finally ended their dispute, half of the crowd had vacated and left to their homes. Dib smiled triumphantly.

"Ha! They didn't wait around, Zim! They didn't believe you! Good prevails once again!"

Zim quickly snatched the megaphone from Dib's grasp and yelled into it. "Earthenoids, return at this moment! Zim COMMANDS you to return, for he is ZIM!" A few people, whom are probably the most stupid types of people Dib, or anyone, for that matter, would ever come across, turned upon their heels and headed back. The brighter ones simply ignored Zim's shouts.

Dib hurriedly retrieved the megaphone. "This is my chance!" he crowed. "People! Zim, your so-called leader, is actually an alien! Look at him! The green skin! The lack of a nose and ears ( don't you see the resemblance of an ALIEN? Doesn't he seem inhumane?"

"Oh, like, puh-lease!" a girl clad in a tight pink shirt and a skimpy jean skirt sneered. "Who would believe some dope with a big head?"

"My head isn't big!" said bigheaded Dib [ouch for me], stomping his feet in frustration. "It's a perfectly normal size! And I'm not dopey! One day I'll throw this ALIEN on a dissection table, and you'll all gasp when you realize the truth of a matter ( he's an alien! And then you'll thank me, YOU'LL ALL THANK ME!"

"Argh!" Zim yelled, frustrated. He quickly grabbed GIR, who had been sitting stupidly and giggling at the situation the whole while, and hurried down the hill. "We're going to have to try and think of a different prank, GIR! One more convincing!"

"Ooh, let's stop at Krazy Taco!" GIR squealed. "I LOVE Krazy Taco!"

Zim burst into the base, set GIR down, and gave this some thought while Dib continued to argue with the preppy girl about his head not being big in the far distance. "Tacos…" Zim said slowly. "That's it!"

Bum, bum, bum… To be continued.