A/N: Narf.
"No! Not the tacos, master!" GIR wailed.
"Shut up GIR," Zim spat. He then proceeded to call the whole neighborhood--- -minus Dib and his family----and told them that free tacos were being sold at his 'normal human house'.
Gullible idiots flocked to the base, and Zim welcomed them in menacingly. "Yes, yes, step right up to your DOOM----I mean, tacos! Yes, wonderful Doom Tacos! The newest, GREATEST brand!"
One by one, a person entered the base to receive their non existent taco. Once stepping in, Zim immediately stunned them with a laser gun and implanted mind control chips in their heads. When he had the whole neighborhood----minus Dib and his family----lying limply on the floors of his base, controlled by his GREATNESS [And, of course, with help from those chips. But no, the Zim-ness controlled them mostly, of course! Ain't that right?], Zim smiled widely. "My plan… is almost complete!" he shouted.
Zim hurried down to his lab, stepping over motionless brain-controlled bodies, and seated himself. He began typing fiercely into a keyboard connected to one of his amazing machines. In an instant, every body in his base stood up all zombie-like and evacuated the base. Zim typed in various codes that targeted them to the Dib-worm's house. Their mission----DESTROY THE DIB HUMAN! [Insert insane Zim cackle and a painful kick from a Dib fan here.]
==YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO!== - …don't ask about this seriously freaked up divider.
"Son, daughter, what's all that pounding?" Professor Membrane asked from his lab as he paused in his work.
"I don't know!" Dib yelled from his room. He crept over to his window and peered through the shades, only to find mindless citizens pounding against the walls of his house. "Ack! What's all this?"
"GRAH! Dib, tell your stupid paranormal friends to go away! If I lose this game, they won't be the only ones hurting!" Gaz warned.
"They're not my friends, Gaz!" Dib cried frantically. "I don't even have any friends! Wait a minute, I just dissed myself! Oh my geebus, I really need some Tylenol."
"Yeah, whatever Dib, just shut them up, okay? Stop being crazy for once."
"I am NOT crazy!" Dib retorted. "I just have a headache. Ow. Oww. That stupid prep in pink's high girl-y voice hurts my ears. And my head. Ow."
"DIB, JUST SHUT THEM UP!"
"Okay, okay… but I don't know them, mind you!" Dib yelled as he hurried down the stairs. He opened the door and glared at the crowd staring hungrily back at him. "Okay, what do you want? No wait, I don't want to know. Go sell magazines somewhere else. Good-bye!" he slammed the door, but only moments later, the crowd began pounding again, and this time, someone managed to break a window! Wow!
Professor Membrane stormed upstairs from his lab. "Son, please! I know you are insane, but really, there's no need to be breaking windows and wreaking havoc!"
"I am NOT insane!" Dib protested. "Besides, it's not even ME doing all this stuff!"
"Yeah, but it's your friends. Or at least the people who want to rip you to pieces," Gaz said, stomping into the room. At the last remark, she smiled slyly. "That wouldn't be too bad, though."
Dib was about to reply when people began falling through the shattered window and into the house. "Target: Dib," a man said, rising to his feet.
"Ah!" Dib yelled, hiding behind Professor Membrane, whom was oblivious to the person's hunger of killing his son.
"Hello, young man," Professor Membrane greeted. "Now, now, I don't sign autographs at this hour. The schedule is much too tight for it!"
The man, of course, ignored him, and rudely shoved him away. He glared down at Dib. "Target: Dib," he repeated, his eyes glowing crimson. Dib yelled and leapt out of the way, just as a crimson laser beam shot forth and set fire to the patch of carpet where Dib had been standing. Dib leapt up, his trench coat swaying. I love his trench coat. I want it. Please, Dib, can I have it? "Take this!" Dib yelled, swinging his fist and delivering a rather weak punch to the back of the man's head----weak, but strong enough to somehow get the chip flying out. It hit the ground and Dib spotted it immediately.
"Wha… what happened?" the man groaned. Dib ignored him and snatched the chip up, hurrying down to his father's lab, where he identified it. "A mind control device?" Dib gasped. He hacked into the coding and glared. "Zim! Zim's been doing this! Well, guess what, Zim? Dib's strikin' back!" Dib immediately began typing into his laptop, just as the swarm of mind- controlled people broke into the house completely. There were shouts and groans and snickers above. Dib continued typing like a madman.
"Come on, come on," he muttered, his fingers flying over the keys. Already, the people were clambering down the steps of the lab----advancing on him.
"Got it!" Dib hollered, hitting the enter key. "Buh-bye, zombies of doom!"
All of the zombie-people collapsed.
"And Dib prevails once again!" Dib yelled, leaping upon the desk and smiling triumphantly, only to tumble off and hit his greasy head against the floor. "Ow."
Divider time!
//Dib's greasy head is awesome [said to avoid pain from Dib fans]//Dib's greasy head is awesome [said to avoid pain from Dib fans]//
The whole time, Zim had been watching from his lab. "AGH! He won! How did he win? It's not possible!" Zim raged. Growling savagely, he grabbed GIR and dragged him back up into the main part of the base, glaring at the phone.
"You know what GIR, I hate phones. I hate them! They are of no use to wonderful invaders such as I, Zim! They… they suck. Yes. They do." Zim kicked his phone. "Trash it, GIR. Have your fun."
And so, GIR obeyed his master [YAY! Once in a lifetime happening!], and ruined the phone beyond repair.
And they all lived scarily ever after.
~bow~
"No! Not the tacos, master!" GIR wailed.
"Shut up GIR," Zim spat. He then proceeded to call the whole neighborhood--- -minus Dib and his family----and told them that free tacos were being sold at his 'normal human house'.
Gullible idiots flocked to the base, and Zim welcomed them in menacingly. "Yes, yes, step right up to your DOOM----I mean, tacos! Yes, wonderful Doom Tacos! The newest, GREATEST brand!"
One by one, a person entered the base to receive their non existent taco. Once stepping in, Zim immediately stunned them with a laser gun and implanted mind control chips in their heads. When he had the whole neighborhood----minus Dib and his family----lying limply on the floors of his base, controlled by his GREATNESS [And, of course, with help from those chips. But no, the Zim-ness controlled them mostly, of course! Ain't that right?], Zim smiled widely. "My plan… is almost complete!" he shouted.
Zim hurried down to his lab, stepping over motionless brain-controlled bodies, and seated himself. He began typing fiercely into a keyboard connected to one of his amazing machines. In an instant, every body in his base stood up all zombie-like and evacuated the base. Zim typed in various codes that targeted them to the Dib-worm's house. Their mission----DESTROY THE DIB HUMAN! [Insert insane Zim cackle and a painful kick from a Dib fan here.]
==YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO! YEAH! WHOO!== - …don't ask about this seriously freaked up divider.
"Son, daughter, what's all that pounding?" Professor Membrane asked from his lab as he paused in his work.
"I don't know!" Dib yelled from his room. He crept over to his window and peered through the shades, only to find mindless citizens pounding against the walls of his house. "Ack! What's all this?"
"GRAH! Dib, tell your stupid paranormal friends to go away! If I lose this game, they won't be the only ones hurting!" Gaz warned.
"They're not my friends, Gaz!" Dib cried frantically. "I don't even have any friends! Wait a minute, I just dissed myself! Oh my geebus, I really need some Tylenol."
"Yeah, whatever Dib, just shut them up, okay? Stop being crazy for once."
"I am NOT crazy!" Dib retorted. "I just have a headache. Ow. Oww. That stupid prep in pink's high girl-y voice hurts my ears. And my head. Ow."
"DIB, JUST SHUT THEM UP!"
"Okay, okay… but I don't know them, mind you!" Dib yelled as he hurried down the stairs. He opened the door and glared at the crowd staring hungrily back at him. "Okay, what do you want? No wait, I don't want to know. Go sell magazines somewhere else. Good-bye!" he slammed the door, but only moments later, the crowd began pounding again, and this time, someone managed to break a window! Wow!
Professor Membrane stormed upstairs from his lab. "Son, please! I know you are insane, but really, there's no need to be breaking windows and wreaking havoc!"
"I am NOT insane!" Dib protested. "Besides, it's not even ME doing all this stuff!"
"Yeah, but it's your friends. Or at least the people who want to rip you to pieces," Gaz said, stomping into the room. At the last remark, she smiled slyly. "That wouldn't be too bad, though."
Dib was about to reply when people began falling through the shattered window and into the house. "Target: Dib," a man said, rising to his feet.
"Ah!" Dib yelled, hiding behind Professor Membrane, whom was oblivious to the person's hunger of killing his son.
"Hello, young man," Professor Membrane greeted. "Now, now, I don't sign autographs at this hour. The schedule is much too tight for it!"
The man, of course, ignored him, and rudely shoved him away. He glared down at Dib. "Target: Dib," he repeated, his eyes glowing crimson. Dib yelled and leapt out of the way, just as a crimson laser beam shot forth and set fire to the patch of carpet where Dib had been standing. Dib leapt up, his trench coat swaying. I love his trench coat. I want it. Please, Dib, can I have it? "Take this!" Dib yelled, swinging his fist and delivering a rather weak punch to the back of the man's head----weak, but strong enough to somehow get the chip flying out. It hit the ground and Dib spotted it immediately.
"Wha… what happened?" the man groaned. Dib ignored him and snatched the chip up, hurrying down to his father's lab, where he identified it. "A mind control device?" Dib gasped. He hacked into the coding and glared. "Zim! Zim's been doing this! Well, guess what, Zim? Dib's strikin' back!" Dib immediately began typing into his laptop, just as the swarm of mind- controlled people broke into the house completely. There were shouts and groans and snickers above. Dib continued typing like a madman.
"Come on, come on," he muttered, his fingers flying over the keys. Already, the people were clambering down the steps of the lab----advancing on him.
"Got it!" Dib hollered, hitting the enter key. "Buh-bye, zombies of doom!"
All of the zombie-people collapsed.
"And Dib prevails once again!" Dib yelled, leaping upon the desk and smiling triumphantly, only to tumble off and hit his greasy head against the floor. "Ow."
Divider time!
//Dib's greasy head is awesome [said to avoid pain from Dib fans]//Dib's greasy head is awesome [said to avoid pain from Dib fans]//
The whole time, Zim had been watching from his lab. "AGH! He won! How did he win? It's not possible!" Zim raged. Growling savagely, he grabbed GIR and dragged him back up into the main part of the base, glaring at the phone.
"You know what GIR, I hate phones. I hate them! They are of no use to wonderful invaders such as I, Zim! They… they suck. Yes. They do." Zim kicked his phone. "Trash it, GIR. Have your fun."
And so, GIR obeyed his master [YAY! Once in a lifetime happening!], and ruined the phone beyond repair.
And they all lived scarily ever after.
~bow~
