Disclosures:(Now that's how ya spell it...I think...but who cares):
Zim, Gir, Gaz, Dib and the like are Vasquez's. DO NOT QUESTION IT! ...althought Mr. Wolf
and Ms. Sandwich-Marker are mine.
Thanks: MissEgypt111, for making my brain work,
Reviwers: FOR BEING SO DARN COOL!
Huge, menacing clouds crisscrossed the sky.
Gaz peered out the window and smirked, full of mirth.
Perhaps some loser would be struck by lightning and burned to a crispy crisp.
Mmmm. The little demon-girl nodded and solemnly tapped at her Game Slave.
Her moronic brother was in Professor Membrane's lab, ranting about the exsistence
of aliens...once again. Gaz detected Dib's screaming, though it sounded curiously
like it was being muffled with a large piece of toast.
Gaz smiled again.
This was a good day.
z
Zim, meanwhile, glared outside at the steady shower, grumbling
inaudibly about "human atmospheres".
O, such a horrific thing Earth was. The wolf and skool-beasts
had paused and joined together in a circle, chanting the
traditional "We Love Rain" song in their high, wicked voices.
Zim grimanced and backed away from the horrible sight, eyes wide
with his fear.
"These humans...they are EVIL!..." He whispered to the house, devoid
of anyone but the Irken. "Eeeeeeeevvvvvvvvviiiiiiiilllll...." He hissed,
falling to the floor and writhing.
z
"Eat tha pie! EAT THA PIE!" Gir squealed, delighted, as he crammed
the baked good into the horrible sandwich-woman's monstrous mouth.
She wailed, a shrill, earspiltting noise...like a bat hunting mercilessly for
it's prey. Humans, dogs, and small farm animals all fell in unison around
the horrible house of Screaming.
They fell so hard.
z
In Transylvania, cantalopes swelled to the size of unruly gorrillas
and pillaged a small villige.
Zim, Gir, Gaz, Dib and the like are Vasquez's. DO NOT QUESTION IT! ...althought Mr. Wolf
and Ms. Sandwich-Marker are mine.
Thanks: MissEgypt111, for making my brain work,
Reviwers: FOR BEING SO DARN COOL!
Huge, menacing clouds crisscrossed the sky.
Gaz peered out the window and smirked, full of mirth.
Perhaps some loser would be struck by lightning and burned to a crispy crisp.
Mmmm. The little demon-girl nodded and solemnly tapped at her Game Slave.
Her moronic brother was in Professor Membrane's lab, ranting about the exsistence
of aliens...once again. Gaz detected Dib's screaming, though it sounded curiously
like it was being muffled with a large piece of toast.
Gaz smiled again.
This was a good day.
z
Zim, meanwhile, glared outside at the steady shower, grumbling
inaudibly about "human atmospheres".
O, such a horrific thing Earth was. The wolf and skool-beasts
had paused and joined together in a circle, chanting the
traditional "We Love Rain" song in their high, wicked voices.
Zim grimanced and backed away from the horrible sight, eyes wide
with his fear.
"These humans...they are EVIL!..." He whispered to the house, devoid
of anyone but the Irken. "Eeeeeeeevvvvvvvvviiiiiiiilllll...." He hissed,
falling to the floor and writhing.
z
"Eat tha pie! EAT THA PIE!" Gir squealed, delighted, as he crammed
the baked good into the horrible sandwich-woman's monstrous mouth.
She wailed, a shrill, earspiltting noise...like a bat hunting mercilessly for
it's prey. Humans, dogs, and small farm animals all fell in unison around
the horrible house of Screaming.
They fell so hard.
z
In Transylvania, cantalopes swelled to the size of unruly gorrillas
and pillaged a small villige.