Ok, to start off with, if you have been reading any of my stuff, you have seen the poor representation that I have taken with Gaz. I have had her pushed aside, hit with bricks, and currently have her in the role of a deshriveled skeleton, spouting off crazy rants about her love for Zim. Why do I do this you ask? Well, quite frankly, I hate Gaz. I really hate Gaz. Gaz is a very mean kid in the show, and I really mean "MEAN"! She cares little for anyone but herself, in fact I don't think there has been one action taken in the whole show in which Gaz did an unselfless act. For example, whenever Dib gets near her game slave, she pushes him out of the way and/or threatens him with bodily harm. Then, in Nanozim, when Dib starts to play with his own "video game", Gaz, instead of leaving him alone as Dib had in so many other situations, slams him out of the way and takes over.
Yes I know that many people out there like Gaz, but I think they like her for the wrong reasons. Mostly, its just the "Gaz" who is in Zim/Gaz romance stories. I myself could NEVER EVER see Gaz caring about anyone else more than her game slave. However, this is Gaz's character, she's supposed to be the girl you love to hate. So that's it, that was kind of bugging me for a little while and wanted to get it off my chest.
.......Nuts now I'm all edgy. *smacks Gaz upside the head with a large mattress filled with cannonballs.* That's better.
Chapter 3: Class without the "Cl"
Zim woke up feeling horrible. He rolled out of bed, almost like a zombie rolling out of its grave. He shook his head around, thinking it a temporary ailment, but could not shake it. He smacked his lips up and down, while scratching his butt at the same time. He looked over to his sleeping roommate and then into the mirror.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"WHAT THE HELL?" Dib sprung out of his bed, striking an action pose. "Oh Zim, its just you."
"WHAT IN IRK'S NAME HAS HAPPENED TO ME?" Zim cried as he inspected himself in the mirror some more. He noticed how he now had hair stubbles growing out of his chin and seemed to have sprouted up an extra few inches over night.
"Holy crap. You've gotten.....older."
"WHAT? HOW CAN THIS BE? I am supposed retain my original form for the rest of my Irken life." Zim then began to grip his head. "AAKK! WHY DOES MY HEAD POUND SO?"
".....THE BEER!"
"What?"
"It's the beer. It's screwing with your biological makeup, causing you to go through what we people here on earth call puberty."
"Proposterous! I would NEVER...." Zim's voice screeched at an unbelievable high tone and he clamped both his hands over his mouth in embarrasment.
"HAHAHA! YOUR VOICE IS CRACKING!"
"SHUT up! Shut UP!" Zim kept trying to scold Dib as his voice kept cracking over and over.
"AAAHAHAHAHA!" Dib walked out of the room, barely able to stand, gut bursting. Dib's laughter could be heard in the hallway as he went to take his morning shower.
"BLASTED human, he will rue the day he crossed the paths of THIS Irken INVADER." Zim's voice kept cracking as Gir rolled out of the closet, a hawaian lay crossed around his neck.
"Ugggg. No more tequila." As Gir said this, Gaz fell out of the other side of the closet with a few thousand dead owls behind her.
"Ugggg. No more owls." Zim shook his head in sorrow as he began to make his bed.
Dib went back to his room a few minutes later after taking his shower to find no Gaz, Gir, or Zim. He opened the closet and found both Gir and Gaz sleeping soundly in their rightful places.
"They're just like a couple of angels." Dib remarked. "If angels ate owls and drank tequila like a hobo with a death wish."
Dib changed into one of his many outfits, long boots, cut off jeans, a "JTHM" shirt and a long leather jacket. He bundled up what books he could scavange off the dirty floor and packed them into his backpack for his morning class. Just as he pushed the door open, Zim burst through with a towel on and a razor in his hand.
"Zim?" Dib asked as he inspected Zim. "Are you....shaving?"
"YES I am shaving, STINK beast. I don't want to look LIKE a BEET nick now do I?" Zim walked past Dib, voice still cracking on a regular basis.
"Yeah I know, but where did you even get the shaving cream to shave?" Dib pointed to the white substance hanging off of Zim's face, pondering.
"Shaving CREAM?" Zim asked. Dib cringed, not wanting to know what the substance was, and left the room, door still open in front of Zim. "Where are you going?"
"Morning class. You do have classes don't you?"
"Of COURSE I do. I just don't WANT you to KNOW them." Zim squeeked, obviously lying.
"Good, now I can be away from you."
"Yep." Zim packed up a number of random things into his metallic backpack and began to follow Dib.
"Zim?"
"YES Dib?" Zim squeeked.
"Why are you following me?"
"If ANYONE is following ANYONE, you ARE the one WHO is FOLLOWING me." Zim said, walking behind Dib, making his statement ridiculous.
"Zim, please tell me you're not going to my class and/or classes."
"Ok, i'm not GOING to your CLASSES."
"Good."
"Yep."
"You're lying aren't you?"
"Yep."
".......GODDAMMIT LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dib then began to run away from Zim, but to no avail as Zim's metallic spider legs sprung forth from his back and he began to follow right behind the running teen.
"Aw nuts." Dib gave up the pursuit and simply walked into his class as the pre-pubescent invader followed right behind him.
All of the children in the classroom began to erupt in a whisper as Zim entered the class.
"Look its phat daddy Zim!"
"I heard he killed a bear with a beer bong!"
"I heard he did your mom!"
"HEY!"
"Hi, how's it GOING!" As Zim said this, right on cue, his voice cracked yet again. The class stared at him in silence as he clamped his hands over his mouth once again.
"Dude, what the F***?" One of the students yelled out as he pointed at Zim.
"......" Zim scrambled to think of a solution. "Didn't you all hear? Breaking your VOICE is the COOLEST!"
"NO IT ISN'T!" Zim looked at the outspoken student for a second then lobed off his head with one of his metallic legs. Dib's jaw hit the ground as he looked at the headless corpse.
"Anyone else think ITS not COOL to CRACK your VOICE?" The whole class simultaneously shook their heads as Zim put away his mechanical leg.
"...... Class is canceled until further notice due to.....decapitations." The teacher said, shivering under his desk.
".....WHOS THE MAN?" Zim said in his squeeky voice as the whole class began to cheer Zim's name.
"Please....someone shoot me." Dib fell into his hands and began to shake his head stubbornly.
End Chapter 3
I enjoy the company of squirrels....... Onto the next chapter.
Join us next time for....
Chapter 4: KEGGER!!! KEGGER!!! KEGGER!!!
Yes I know that many people out there like Gaz, but I think they like her for the wrong reasons. Mostly, its just the "Gaz" who is in Zim/Gaz romance stories. I myself could NEVER EVER see Gaz caring about anyone else more than her game slave. However, this is Gaz's character, she's supposed to be the girl you love to hate. So that's it, that was kind of bugging me for a little while and wanted to get it off my chest.
.......Nuts now I'm all edgy. *smacks Gaz upside the head with a large mattress filled with cannonballs.* That's better.
Chapter 3: Class without the "Cl"
Zim woke up feeling horrible. He rolled out of bed, almost like a zombie rolling out of its grave. He shook his head around, thinking it a temporary ailment, but could not shake it. He smacked his lips up and down, while scratching his butt at the same time. He looked over to his sleeping roommate and then into the mirror.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"WHAT THE HELL?" Dib sprung out of his bed, striking an action pose. "Oh Zim, its just you."
"WHAT IN IRK'S NAME HAS HAPPENED TO ME?" Zim cried as he inspected himself in the mirror some more. He noticed how he now had hair stubbles growing out of his chin and seemed to have sprouted up an extra few inches over night.
"Holy crap. You've gotten.....older."
"WHAT? HOW CAN THIS BE? I am supposed retain my original form for the rest of my Irken life." Zim then began to grip his head. "AAKK! WHY DOES MY HEAD POUND SO?"
".....THE BEER!"
"What?"
"It's the beer. It's screwing with your biological makeup, causing you to go through what we people here on earth call puberty."
"Proposterous! I would NEVER...." Zim's voice screeched at an unbelievable high tone and he clamped both his hands over his mouth in embarrasment.
"HAHAHA! YOUR VOICE IS CRACKING!"
"SHUT up! Shut UP!" Zim kept trying to scold Dib as his voice kept cracking over and over.
"AAAHAHAHAHA!" Dib walked out of the room, barely able to stand, gut bursting. Dib's laughter could be heard in the hallway as he went to take his morning shower.
"BLASTED human, he will rue the day he crossed the paths of THIS Irken INVADER." Zim's voice kept cracking as Gir rolled out of the closet, a hawaian lay crossed around his neck.
"Ugggg. No more tequila." As Gir said this, Gaz fell out of the other side of the closet with a few thousand dead owls behind her.
"Ugggg. No more owls." Zim shook his head in sorrow as he began to make his bed.
Dib went back to his room a few minutes later after taking his shower to find no Gaz, Gir, or Zim. He opened the closet and found both Gir and Gaz sleeping soundly in their rightful places.
"They're just like a couple of angels." Dib remarked. "If angels ate owls and drank tequila like a hobo with a death wish."
Dib changed into one of his many outfits, long boots, cut off jeans, a "JTHM" shirt and a long leather jacket. He bundled up what books he could scavange off the dirty floor and packed them into his backpack for his morning class. Just as he pushed the door open, Zim burst through with a towel on and a razor in his hand.
"Zim?" Dib asked as he inspected Zim. "Are you....shaving?"
"YES I am shaving, STINK beast. I don't want to look LIKE a BEET nick now do I?" Zim walked past Dib, voice still cracking on a regular basis.
"Yeah I know, but where did you even get the shaving cream to shave?" Dib pointed to the white substance hanging off of Zim's face, pondering.
"Shaving CREAM?" Zim asked. Dib cringed, not wanting to know what the substance was, and left the room, door still open in front of Zim. "Where are you going?"
"Morning class. You do have classes don't you?"
"Of COURSE I do. I just don't WANT you to KNOW them." Zim squeeked, obviously lying.
"Good, now I can be away from you."
"Yep." Zim packed up a number of random things into his metallic backpack and began to follow Dib.
"Zim?"
"YES Dib?" Zim squeeked.
"Why are you following me?"
"If ANYONE is following ANYONE, you ARE the one WHO is FOLLOWING me." Zim said, walking behind Dib, making his statement ridiculous.
"Zim, please tell me you're not going to my class and/or classes."
"Ok, i'm not GOING to your CLASSES."
"Good."
"Yep."
"You're lying aren't you?"
"Yep."
".......GODDAMMIT LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dib then began to run away from Zim, but to no avail as Zim's metallic spider legs sprung forth from his back and he began to follow right behind the running teen.
"Aw nuts." Dib gave up the pursuit and simply walked into his class as the pre-pubescent invader followed right behind him.
All of the children in the classroom began to erupt in a whisper as Zim entered the class.
"Look its phat daddy Zim!"
"I heard he killed a bear with a beer bong!"
"I heard he did your mom!"
"HEY!"
"Hi, how's it GOING!" As Zim said this, right on cue, his voice cracked yet again. The class stared at him in silence as he clamped his hands over his mouth once again.
"Dude, what the F***?" One of the students yelled out as he pointed at Zim.
"......" Zim scrambled to think of a solution. "Didn't you all hear? Breaking your VOICE is the COOLEST!"
"NO IT ISN'T!" Zim looked at the outspoken student for a second then lobed off his head with one of his metallic legs. Dib's jaw hit the ground as he looked at the headless corpse.
"Anyone else think ITS not COOL to CRACK your VOICE?" The whole class simultaneously shook their heads as Zim put away his mechanical leg.
"...... Class is canceled until further notice due to.....decapitations." The teacher said, shivering under his desk.
".....WHOS THE MAN?" Zim said in his squeeky voice as the whole class began to cheer Zim's name.
"Please....someone shoot me." Dib fell into his hands and began to shake his head stubbornly.
End Chapter 3
I enjoy the company of squirrels....... Onto the next chapter.
Join us next time for....
Chapter 4: KEGGER!!! KEGGER!!! KEGGER!!!