Chapter 2:
(I wrote most of this while listening to all kinds a weird musick! Ohyeah and I don't own nuthin!)
Jas knew it was going to be a bad day when she was jolted awake by what appeared to be a small, light green animal sitting atop her head, eating what she hoped was not what normal humans ate- a yellow shell filled with a gloppy meat sauce and smelling horrible.* "Not-master? Are you up? COME PLAY WITH ME AND LOVELY TACO!!!!!" I'll give you, the wonderful reader, two guesses to figure out who's talking here. And don't cheat. Oh no. "Gir? Zim's SIR unit?" Gir spun his head around a few times, which Jas chose to take as a nod. She yawned. "All right. First of all, don't call me 'not-master'. Second, if you ever, EVER, wake me up at this hour again, I give you to Timmy as a kill-toy. Third, I'm going back to sleep, seeing as I don't have to get up for another-" looking at a timepiece, "three hours." With that, Jas flopped back onto the nice, comfy bed she'd set up for her room. Nothing happened. "Gir. You're still there, aren't you." "Yeeeeeeeep." "And you're not gone, why?..........." The sound of another taco being devoured was her only answer. Jas yawned and went to get some food. Timmy would just have to get hiss kill- toy later. An annoyingly bright-patterned box of "Poop Sugar Crunchy-Wunchy Marshmallow Blasts" caught her eye. Reading the label.... daily caffeine allowance: 110%...... daily sugar allowance: 250%. Perfect. ----- Later, preparing to go to skool ------ "Jas! Jas!! Get off the ceiling! NOW!!" "Can't make me!! WOOOEEEEE!!" Jas had attached herself rather firmly to, you guessed it, the ceiling in the kitchen area. Zim paced around nervously. "We can't be late, Jas! You know it'll look suspicious, and Dib", he emitted a little growl at the sound of his nemesis' name " won't leave me- or you- alone for weeks afterward. Waiting around the corner, with a water balloon- you've never come in contact with water, have you?" Jas shuddered. She had had one experience water, handled improperly, and it had put her out of commission for a month (translated to Earth time). Just as Jas stopped to remember, though, Timmy (who had been mysteriously absent for the whole episode) entered the room. He carried in his mouth a small case with the symbol of the Irken medical force. As soon as Timmy put one of his paws onto the box, it briefly scanned for a DNA match, and as soon as it had finished, . Without causing any further damage, the spider-legs helped her down. She blinked a few times, and seemed to regain her senses. "Damn. I ate sugar again, didn't I?" Zim nodded. He had noticed the empty box of the Poop crunchies on the floor. "Okay," explained Jas, " as you may have guessed, I have a slight allergy to concentrated sugar. But don't worry. I have a way of scanning what I eat to make sure that that doesn't happen again. Must've been tired from the trip, I guess." "Well, I'm confident that you're a good Invader- I read your soldier profile when you were resting- and I know that you're more than competent. We will blend in perfectly, and when the time is right, spread out from our base and conquer this sector! For Glory, Irk, and the Almighty Tallest!!" By this time Zim had, in his excitement, leaped up on top of the fridge in a classic heroic pose. He then fell flat on his big green head. "All right. Let's just go." Zim hoped that the rest of the day would be better than the beginning. He never did believe in human idea of "omens" anyway.......
(I wrote most of this while listening to all kinds a weird musick! Ohyeah and I don't own nuthin!)
Jas knew it was going to be a bad day when she was jolted awake by what appeared to be a small, light green animal sitting atop her head, eating what she hoped was not what normal humans ate- a yellow shell filled with a gloppy meat sauce and smelling horrible.* "Not-master? Are you up? COME PLAY WITH ME AND LOVELY TACO!!!!!" I'll give you, the wonderful reader, two guesses to figure out who's talking here. And don't cheat. Oh no. "Gir? Zim's SIR unit?" Gir spun his head around a few times, which Jas chose to take as a nod. She yawned. "All right. First of all, don't call me 'not-master'. Second, if you ever, EVER, wake me up at this hour again, I give you to Timmy as a kill-toy. Third, I'm going back to sleep, seeing as I don't have to get up for another-" looking at a timepiece, "three hours." With that, Jas flopped back onto the nice, comfy bed she'd set up for her room. Nothing happened. "Gir. You're still there, aren't you." "Yeeeeeeeep." "And you're not gone, why?..........." The sound of another taco being devoured was her only answer. Jas yawned and went to get some food. Timmy would just have to get hiss kill- toy later. An annoyingly bright-patterned box of "Poop Sugar Crunchy-Wunchy Marshmallow Blasts" caught her eye. Reading the label.... daily caffeine allowance: 110%...... daily sugar allowance: 250%. Perfect. ----- Later, preparing to go to skool ------ "Jas! Jas!! Get off the ceiling! NOW!!" "Can't make me!! WOOOEEEEE!!" Jas had attached herself rather firmly to, you guessed it, the ceiling in the kitchen area. Zim paced around nervously. "We can't be late, Jas! You know it'll look suspicious, and Dib", he emitted a little growl at the sound of his nemesis' name " won't leave me- or you- alone for weeks afterward. Waiting around the corner, with a water balloon- you've never come in contact with water, have you?" Jas shuddered. She had had one experience water, handled improperly, and it had put her out of commission for a month (translated to Earth time). Just as Jas stopped to remember, though, Timmy (who had been mysteriously absent for the whole episode) entered the room. He carried in his mouth a small case with the symbol of the Irken medical force. As soon as Timmy put one of his paws onto the box, it briefly scanned for a DNA match, and as soon as it had finished, . Without causing any further damage, the spider-legs helped her down. She blinked a few times, and seemed to regain her senses. "Damn. I ate sugar again, didn't I?" Zim nodded. He had noticed the empty box of the Poop crunchies on the floor. "Okay," explained Jas, " as you may have guessed, I have a slight allergy to concentrated sugar. But don't worry. I have a way of scanning what I eat to make sure that that doesn't happen again. Must've been tired from the trip, I guess." "Well, I'm confident that you're a good Invader- I read your soldier profile when you were resting- and I know that you're more than competent. We will blend in perfectly, and when the time is right, spread out from our base and conquer this sector! For Glory, Irk, and the Almighty Tallest!!" By this time Zim had, in his excitement, leaped up on top of the fridge in a classic heroic pose. He then fell flat on his big green head. "All right. Let's just go." Zim hoped that the rest of the day would be better than the beginning. He never did believe in human idea of "omens" anyway.......