Zim stared at Purple. "Yes, my Tallest?"
"Well, it's just that I'm not really-"
"'Not really' what, my Tallest?"
My Tallest, my Tallest, my Tallest. . . my Taallest. . . . . . my Taalllessst. . . . . . . .
Purple blinked. He realized that here on Earth, even if only to one annoying Irken, he was
still one of the Almighty Tallest. It was better than nothing, anyway. That, and this particular
Irken (Zim as he may be), was sickeningly loyal and gullible. Purple realized that he could
probably get Zim to do whatever he wanted.
"Yeah, Zim. . . well, eh, I just wanted to tell you. . . uh. . . hey, who's that?"
Purple pointed behind Zim at a figure clad entirely in blacks and greys. The figure had
been hunched, but now straightened up to run. Zim shrieked. "AAAH!" He turned to GIR, a look
of determination on his face. "GIR! Bring to Zim!"
"NO!" shrieked GIR. He ran after the dark figure, who broke into a sprint, still looking
over their shoulder at GIR, Zim, and Purple. GIR shrieked as he waved his half-eaten popsicle in
the air like a sword. "YEEEEEEEE!! FFT!"
The person in black made two sharp turns, doubled back, and rolled under some wiring,
all the time keeping his head turned around to watch GIR. The only part of his body visible, his
eyes, narrowed, and he yelled back at GIR, "HA! YOU'LL NEVER CATCH MOOF!"
He hadn't been watching where he was going, and had run into the wall. He lay on the
floor, too stunned to get up. GIR hopped over and picked him up with one hand, stuck the
popsicle in his own mouth, and ripped the black mask off of the intruder.
"LOOKIT! ISH DA GUINEA PIG!! FRITOS!" He grabbed the popsicle out of his mouth
and stuck it into Dib's mouth.
"DIB!" cried Zim. "How could I not have not known that I didn't know that it wasn't. . .
not. . . you. . .!?" he trailed off, confused. "ANYWAY! Whatcha doin' here?"
Dib glared at Zim. An evil glared beam of HATE. Purple watched the whole scene,
curious about this little person that Zim seemed to know so well. "Hey, Zim. Whoozat?" He
gestured at Dib.
Zim screeched, "MY TALLEST! Do not soil your eyes by looking at him! He is far too
HYOOOMAN!"
"Oh, MAN!" exclaimed Dib. "It's one of the tall ones! The leaders!!" Still suspended in GIR's
grasp, he pulled out a camera and began flashing away at Purple. Purple grinned, stood up off of
the medical table he had been sitting on, and posed for Dib, quite enjoying the attention. After
about half a dozen photos, Zim broke the two up.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm the other Irken here, my Tallest!! ME! Not this horrible human meat
maggot thingy!" He pointed wildly at Dib.
Dib glared at Zim. "Gee, thanks."
"No offense," muttered Zim. "Wait a second. . . yes! OFFENSE INTENDED! MUA-
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"Quit that," interrupted Purple.
"Yes, my Tallest. Bye, Dib! Seeya at SKOOOOL!" A small hatch opened in the floor and
a stand came out of it, upon it a shiny button. "GIR!" commanded Zim. "Push. . . THE
BUTTONNN!! N!"
"WOO!! I'M IN THE CIRCUS!" squealed GIR. He ran up to the button, still clutching
Dib in one hand. He punched the button down and shrieked with delight. A mechanical claw
came down from the ceiling, snatched Dib, and held him higher in the air. A tunnel opened and
sucked him up, flinging him into outer space. Well, maybe not quite outer space, but at least,
like, to the mall. It was really cool.
"Sooo. . ." said Purple. "What do you do during the day around here? I mean, you
obviously don't just sit around, but you obviously aren't working to make your labs TALL. . . so
what else is there?"
"Ah, you are amazed by my superior knowledge of all things HUMAN!" exclaimed Zim
happily.
"No I'm no-"
"WELL! Every day I go to learn about the humans! Ah, but you wonder WHERE!"
"Not real-"
"I GO TO SKOOOL!!" declared Zim, jumping up on a table and laughing all evil-like.
"MUWAAAH HAHAHAHAHAAAAH!! AHAHAHAH!!! MWAHAHAHAAAARGH!" He
lost his balance and fell backwards off of the table.
"But really, my Tallest," said Zim as he pulled himself up and dusted himself off. "It's
really no place for y-"
"I wanna go!" said Purple. "I WANNA GO. I *am* one of the Almighty Tallest, after all,
Zim. But if you aren't loyal to the Irken Empire, I can see how you'd want to keep me out of
scho-"
"NO!! No, my Tallest! I wouldn't dream of keeping you from what you want! Tomorrow,
we'll enlist you in Skool."
Purple grinned. "Good. Now let's eat."
"Of course," continued Zim, going on as though he hadn't heard Purple, "we'll have to
get you-"
"FOOD! Now!"
Zim blinked at Purple. "No, my Tallest! What I was going to say was-"
"MY POPSICLE!!!" screamed GIR. "OH, WHY!??! WHHYYYY?!!!"
Zim glared at GIR, now frustrated beyond belief. "What I was going to saaay was, before
we enlist you in Skool, we'll have to get you a disguise!"
Suspense yet again! Can you dig it?
"Well, it's just that I'm not really-"
"'Not really' what, my Tallest?"
My Tallest, my Tallest, my Tallest. . . my Taallest. . . . . . my Taalllessst. . . . . . . .
Purple blinked. He realized that here on Earth, even if only to one annoying Irken, he was
still one of the Almighty Tallest. It was better than nothing, anyway. That, and this particular
Irken (Zim as he may be), was sickeningly loyal and gullible. Purple realized that he could
probably get Zim to do whatever he wanted.
"Yeah, Zim. . . well, eh, I just wanted to tell you. . . uh. . . hey, who's that?"
Purple pointed behind Zim at a figure clad entirely in blacks and greys. The figure had
been hunched, but now straightened up to run. Zim shrieked. "AAAH!" He turned to GIR, a look
of determination on his face. "GIR! Bring to Zim!"
"NO!" shrieked GIR. He ran after the dark figure, who broke into a sprint, still looking
over their shoulder at GIR, Zim, and Purple. GIR shrieked as he waved his half-eaten popsicle in
the air like a sword. "YEEEEEEEE!! FFT!"
The person in black made two sharp turns, doubled back, and rolled under some wiring,
all the time keeping his head turned around to watch GIR. The only part of his body visible, his
eyes, narrowed, and he yelled back at GIR, "HA! YOU'LL NEVER CATCH MOOF!"
He hadn't been watching where he was going, and had run into the wall. He lay on the
floor, too stunned to get up. GIR hopped over and picked him up with one hand, stuck the
popsicle in his own mouth, and ripped the black mask off of the intruder.
"LOOKIT! ISH DA GUINEA PIG!! FRITOS!" He grabbed the popsicle out of his mouth
and stuck it into Dib's mouth.
"DIB!" cried Zim. "How could I not have not known that I didn't know that it wasn't. . .
not. . . you. . .!?" he trailed off, confused. "ANYWAY! Whatcha doin' here?"
Dib glared at Zim. An evil glared beam of HATE. Purple watched the whole scene,
curious about this little person that Zim seemed to know so well. "Hey, Zim. Whoozat?" He
gestured at Dib.
Zim screeched, "MY TALLEST! Do not soil your eyes by looking at him! He is far too
HYOOOMAN!"
"Oh, MAN!" exclaimed Dib. "It's one of the tall ones! The leaders!!" Still suspended in GIR's
grasp, he pulled out a camera and began flashing away at Purple. Purple grinned, stood up off of
the medical table he had been sitting on, and posed for Dib, quite enjoying the attention. After
about half a dozen photos, Zim broke the two up.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm the other Irken here, my Tallest!! ME! Not this horrible human meat
maggot thingy!" He pointed wildly at Dib.
Dib glared at Zim. "Gee, thanks."
"No offense," muttered Zim. "Wait a second. . . yes! OFFENSE INTENDED! MUA-
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"Quit that," interrupted Purple.
"Yes, my Tallest. Bye, Dib! Seeya at SKOOOOL!" A small hatch opened in the floor and
a stand came out of it, upon it a shiny button. "GIR!" commanded Zim. "Push. . . THE
BUTTONNN!! N!"
"WOO!! I'M IN THE CIRCUS!" squealed GIR. He ran up to the button, still clutching
Dib in one hand. He punched the button down and shrieked with delight. A mechanical claw
came down from the ceiling, snatched Dib, and held him higher in the air. A tunnel opened and
sucked him up, flinging him into outer space. Well, maybe not quite outer space, but at least,
like, to the mall. It was really cool.
"Sooo. . ." said Purple. "What do you do during the day around here? I mean, you
obviously don't just sit around, but you obviously aren't working to make your labs TALL. . . so
what else is there?"
"Ah, you are amazed by my superior knowledge of all things HUMAN!" exclaimed Zim
happily.
"No I'm no-"
"WELL! Every day I go to learn about the humans! Ah, but you wonder WHERE!"
"Not real-"
"I GO TO SKOOOL!!" declared Zim, jumping up on a table and laughing all evil-like.
"MUWAAAH HAHAHAHAHAAAAH!! AHAHAHAH!!! MWAHAHAHAAAARGH!" He
lost his balance and fell backwards off of the table.
"But really, my Tallest," said Zim as he pulled himself up and dusted himself off. "It's
really no place for y-"
"I wanna go!" said Purple. "I WANNA GO. I *am* one of the Almighty Tallest, after all,
Zim. But if you aren't loyal to the Irken Empire, I can see how you'd want to keep me out of
scho-"
"NO!! No, my Tallest! I wouldn't dream of keeping you from what you want! Tomorrow,
we'll enlist you in Skool."
Purple grinned. "Good. Now let's eat."
"Of course," continued Zim, going on as though he hadn't heard Purple, "we'll have to
get you-"
"FOOD! Now!"
Zim blinked at Purple. "No, my Tallest! What I was going to say was-"
"MY POPSICLE!!!" screamed GIR. "OH, WHY!??! WHHYYYY?!!!"
Zim glared at GIR, now frustrated beyond belief. "What I was going to saaay was, before
we enlist you in Skool, we'll have to get you a disguise!"
Suspense yet again! Can you dig it?
