I'm SOOOO mad at myself right now...I missed the new Zim ep. CURSE YOU,
DEMON OF FORGETFULNESS! It dun really matter though, cause I would've
needed a new tape anyway. *big sigh* The only good thing that happened to
me was winning second in the 220 yd. dash..EAT THAT, FILTHY TRACK RUNNERS!
I BEAT YOU ALL! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Um...yeah. Okee, let's get on with the
chapter.
Disclaimer: Screaming caterpillars ROCK!
Whips
Back at the base...
Gir spun in the computer chair, pushing random buttons and chewing on cornbread. He was sitting in the transmission room. He'd taken out his memory disk and connected it to several wires, which were now processing the backpod's signal he'd received.
"Computer?"
The computer groaned. "What now?"
"How long is this going to take?"
"Like I said before, it will take about 48 hours to extract the data, process it, and locate where the signal came from."
"Uh-huh..." Gir sipped on tomato soda. He was bored. He didn't like sitting still. He looked around, trying to find something to do. He noticed the transmission signal control pad. It was already set to call the Tallest. Gir's eyes glowed as he thought of a great idea.
Gir popped a cloaking beam out of his front storage latch. He set it so it would shoot out a projection of his master. Gir took careful aim and shot himself. There was a bright green glow, and Gir felt a slight tingle of electricity. He ran over to the closest mirror and giggled. He now looked exactly like Zim.
Gir bounced up and down with excitement. Perhaps he wouldn't be so bored after all. He ran over to the transmission control pad and pushed a big red button. After a few moments, the Tallest appeared on the main screen. Gir stuck his tongue out and held back his laughter.
"What do you want now, Zim?" Red said, Purple playing with a yo-yo behind him.
"WAZZZZZZUP?!" Gir yelled, waving both arms around insanely. Red's eyes widened and Purple dropped his yo-yo. They'd known Zim was a little off, but not totally brain-dead. This kind of behavior wasn't like him.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Purple asked, picking up the yo-yo and cradling it lovingly. Red looked back at him with disgust.
"Master Z is in da hood! Wat up wit yo, peeps?" Gir said, making rapper-like motions with his hands. He put a hat on backwards along with some sunglasses. He crossed his arms and glared up at the Tallest.
Red scratched at his head, confused. Purple giggled and started playing with the yo-yo again. "Hood?...Peeps?" Red stuttered, unable to decipher the meaning of the words. Purple burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. The way Red had said the words was funny. He accidentally threw the yo-yo at Red's head.
The yo-yo bonked Red right on the top of his head. He turned and glared at Purple, who was grabbing at his sides, laughing. His cheek twitched. He floated behind Purple and kicked at the levitation device. It let off some sparks and went dead, causing Purple to drop heavily to the floor with a grunt. Red smirked, satisfied.
"You know, you're very immature," Purple said, forcing himself up.
"ME? Your the one playing with a yo-yo, acting like a three year old!" Red said, pointing at the yo-yo which was now broken. Purple gasped.
"MR. WHIZHEAD!" he yelled, rushing to the broken yo-yo. He inspected it for a few moments and got up slowly. It was beyond repair. He glared at Red. "You murdered Mr. Whizhead!"
"Why would you name your yo-yo?" Red said, giggling.
"AYE YI YI YI YI!" Purple let out a high pitched battle cry and rushed at Red. Red backed away, surprised. Purple shoved him to the floor. "MR. WHIZHEAD, I SHALL AVENGE THEE!" he cried as he lashed out at Red.
Gir smiled as he watched the carnage.
At the Society
Experiment: Whips
Test Subject: Subject A
How it works: Subject is placed in a completely dark room. Whips come out of the wall, trying to hit the subject. The blows become harder each time. Subject should try to avoid whips. Experiment ends when the subject is unconscious.
Reason for Experiment: Tests subject's reflexes and reaction to sudden, sharp pain. Also a very good way to break a defiant subject's spirit.
Zim groaned as he came to. The particular drug that Dib had injected into him always made him feel like throwing up. He felt something coming up his throat and quickly pulled his left hand up to his mouth. He kept his mouth shut tight and managed to fight away the urge.
Zim's antenna shot up as he realized something. He was free to move around. He kicked his legs and waved his left arm around. His right arm was still burnt up pretty bad, so he didn't risk moving it. Zim sat up and smiled. It felt good to move around - he was beginning to get really restless and cramped. He went to stand up, but his burnt back cracked and started bleeding again and his left foot throbbed too much.
After a while, Zim began to wonder if his eyes were stuck shut. He couldn't see anything. He carefully felt at his eyes. He accidentally poked himself and cringed as bright colors flashed from the pressure. He wasn't blind, and his eyes weren't shut. He sat for a while, confused by everything.
Suddenly, Zim felt a sharp stinging pain at his right shoulder and he let out a high-pitched yelp. He grabbed at it and felt a fresh, shallow cut. He sat up, startled from the unexpected blow. Zim tilted his head, straining to hear. Shortly he heard a whooshing sound and felt another sting, this time at his left knee. Something was attacking him.
Zim listened hard and soon heard another whooshing sound, coming from the right. He scurried out of the way, and heard a cracking noise as whatever was attacking him struck the floor. Zim panted, tired out from the sudden movements. He'd become slow and feeble. He was really unfit. He stayed still for only a few moments, for he heard another whooshing sound coming at him. He flung himself out of the way, but was still struck on the calf, causing him to let out a sharp cry.
Zim rolled to his side, clutching at his leg. He'd been hit harder than the first time. He hoped it wasn't bleeding - he was weak enough already. Another whooshing sound came, and Zim, still holding his leg, was given a hard blow to the chest.
"AAUUUUGGH!" Zim curled in a ball as he hugged his chest. It had a long, deep gash on it, and it was bleeding badly. A hot tear slipped down his face. The pain was too much to ignore or push away. Zim felt his pulse beating hard through him. Another whooshing sound was heard, and he was struck on his burnt right arm. Zim was too dazed and in too much pain to even try to avoid the attacks anymore. He was struck again and again, harder each time. He tried his best to handle the pain, but often found himself crying out.
"Curse it all," he whispered softly as he was struck hard on the back. He closed his eyes and went limp.
Well, that's experiment numero uno! There'll probably be two or three more, I'm not sure yet. By the way, for the people that have been asking, Zim is NOT going to die. I would never kill my favorite character. ^_^ Yep. Anyway, pleeeeeeeeeze review. I love you all so very much...except for that guy right there. *points* Heh heh...yeah.
OoooOOoo! Here's a stupid joke!
Q: Why did Tigger look down the toilet?
A: He was looking for Pooh!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I don't get it.
Disclaimer: Screaming caterpillars ROCK!
Whips
Back at the base...
Gir spun in the computer chair, pushing random buttons and chewing on cornbread. He was sitting in the transmission room. He'd taken out his memory disk and connected it to several wires, which were now processing the backpod's signal he'd received.
"Computer?"
The computer groaned. "What now?"
"How long is this going to take?"
"Like I said before, it will take about 48 hours to extract the data, process it, and locate where the signal came from."
"Uh-huh..." Gir sipped on tomato soda. He was bored. He didn't like sitting still. He looked around, trying to find something to do. He noticed the transmission signal control pad. It was already set to call the Tallest. Gir's eyes glowed as he thought of a great idea.
Gir popped a cloaking beam out of his front storage latch. He set it so it would shoot out a projection of his master. Gir took careful aim and shot himself. There was a bright green glow, and Gir felt a slight tingle of electricity. He ran over to the closest mirror and giggled. He now looked exactly like Zim.
Gir bounced up and down with excitement. Perhaps he wouldn't be so bored after all. He ran over to the transmission control pad and pushed a big red button. After a few moments, the Tallest appeared on the main screen. Gir stuck his tongue out and held back his laughter.
"What do you want now, Zim?" Red said, Purple playing with a yo-yo behind him.
"WAZZZZZZUP?!" Gir yelled, waving both arms around insanely. Red's eyes widened and Purple dropped his yo-yo. They'd known Zim was a little off, but not totally brain-dead. This kind of behavior wasn't like him.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Purple asked, picking up the yo-yo and cradling it lovingly. Red looked back at him with disgust.
"Master Z is in da hood! Wat up wit yo, peeps?" Gir said, making rapper-like motions with his hands. He put a hat on backwards along with some sunglasses. He crossed his arms and glared up at the Tallest.
Red scratched at his head, confused. Purple giggled and started playing with the yo-yo again. "Hood?...Peeps?" Red stuttered, unable to decipher the meaning of the words. Purple burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. The way Red had said the words was funny. He accidentally threw the yo-yo at Red's head.
The yo-yo bonked Red right on the top of his head. He turned and glared at Purple, who was grabbing at his sides, laughing. His cheek twitched. He floated behind Purple and kicked at the levitation device. It let off some sparks and went dead, causing Purple to drop heavily to the floor with a grunt. Red smirked, satisfied.
"You know, you're very immature," Purple said, forcing himself up.
"ME? Your the one playing with a yo-yo, acting like a three year old!" Red said, pointing at the yo-yo which was now broken. Purple gasped.
"MR. WHIZHEAD!" he yelled, rushing to the broken yo-yo. He inspected it for a few moments and got up slowly. It was beyond repair. He glared at Red. "You murdered Mr. Whizhead!"
"Why would you name your yo-yo?" Red said, giggling.
"AYE YI YI YI YI!" Purple let out a high pitched battle cry and rushed at Red. Red backed away, surprised. Purple shoved him to the floor. "MR. WHIZHEAD, I SHALL AVENGE THEE!" he cried as he lashed out at Red.
Gir smiled as he watched the carnage.
At the Society
Experiment: Whips
Test Subject: Subject A
How it works: Subject is placed in a completely dark room. Whips come out of the wall, trying to hit the subject. The blows become harder each time. Subject should try to avoid whips. Experiment ends when the subject is unconscious.
Reason for Experiment: Tests subject's reflexes and reaction to sudden, sharp pain. Also a very good way to break a defiant subject's spirit.
Zim groaned as he came to. The particular drug that Dib had injected into him always made him feel like throwing up. He felt something coming up his throat and quickly pulled his left hand up to his mouth. He kept his mouth shut tight and managed to fight away the urge.
Zim's antenna shot up as he realized something. He was free to move around. He kicked his legs and waved his left arm around. His right arm was still burnt up pretty bad, so he didn't risk moving it. Zim sat up and smiled. It felt good to move around - he was beginning to get really restless and cramped. He went to stand up, but his burnt back cracked and started bleeding again and his left foot throbbed too much.
After a while, Zim began to wonder if his eyes were stuck shut. He couldn't see anything. He carefully felt at his eyes. He accidentally poked himself and cringed as bright colors flashed from the pressure. He wasn't blind, and his eyes weren't shut. He sat for a while, confused by everything.
Suddenly, Zim felt a sharp stinging pain at his right shoulder and he let out a high-pitched yelp. He grabbed at it and felt a fresh, shallow cut. He sat up, startled from the unexpected blow. Zim tilted his head, straining to hear. Shortly he heard a whooshing sound and felt another sting, this time at his left knee. Something was attacking him.
Zim listened hard and soon heard another whooshing sound, coming from the right. He scurried out of the way, and heard a cracking noise as whatever was attacking him struck the floor. Zim panted, tired out from the sudden movements. He'd become slow and feeble. He was really unfit. He stayed still for only a few moments, for he heard another whooshing sound coming at him. He flung himself out of the way, but was still struck on the calf, causing him to let out a sharp cry.
Zim rolled to his side, clutching at his leg. He'd been hit harder than the first time. He hoped it wasn't bleeding - he was weak enough already. Another whooshing sound came, and Zim, still holding his leg, was given a hard blow to the chest.
"AAUUUUGGH!" Zim curled in a ball as he hugged his chest. It had a long, deep gash on it, and it was bleeding badly. A hot tear slipped down his face. The pain was too much to ignore or push away. Zim felt his pulse beating hard through him. Another whooshing sound was heard, and he was struck on his burnt right arm. Zim was too dazed and in too much pain to even try to avoid the attacks anymore. He was struck again and again, harder each time. He tried his best to handle the pain, but often found himself crying out.
"Curse it all," he whispered softly as he was struck hard on the back. He closed his eyes and went limp.
Well, that's experiment numero uno! There'll probably be two or three more, I'm not sure yet. By the way, for the people that have been asking, Zim is NOT going to die. I would never kill my favorite character. ^_^ Yep. Anyway, pleeeeeeeeeze review. I love you all so very much...except for that guy right there. *points* Heh heh...yeah.
OoooOOoo! Here's a stupid joke!
Q: Why did Tigger look down the toilet?
A: He was looking for Pooh!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I don't get it.