Chapter two up! :] R/R if you wish.
After Dib's father found the computer unattended with his inbox still open, Zim dutifully replied...
From: ZIM! [iamzim@irken.org]
To: Dib [cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com]
Subject: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
wat iz thys THERIPY YU SPEEK OF? tell meeee, 4 i am not veri leenyant 2 mortles hoo disobay the orderz of ZIM! foolish huminz, yu do not reelyze that i hav yu a;; in the pawm of my handz! wonse i hav suxesfuly mastird my injeenyos mastirpees, yu wil all suffer at the handz of ZIM! wile yu sit thear, mindlesly kunso0ming food, I WIL B WACHIN YUUUUUUU!!!!!!!11
sinseerly
ZIM!
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From: "Dib" (cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com)
To: "ZIM!" (iamzim@irken.org)
Subject: Re: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
Yeah, I don't know what my dad said, but if he mentioned therapy... well, that's not necessarily your problem, Zim. Your problem is that you are too STUPID to realize your own faults! When will you give it up? Your "plans" are stupid, your house is stupid, your skin is stupid and GREEN, and speaking of green things, that little creature you carry along with you everywhere is STUPID!!!! NONE of this will ever help you! I can't believe I'm the only one who sees that you are truly an alien. Are people this dumb? I mean, COME ON! IT'S SO OBVIOUS! When I finally prove to the world that you are an alien, I'll be laughing in your ugly green face while world-renowned and well-respected scientists finally give me the credit I've so righteously deserved since the start of your pathetic appearance in Ms. Bitters' classroom! IN YOUR FACE, ZIM!
Dib
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Upon Zim's leaving the computer in the middle of composing an email due to the unexpected dysfunction of one of the lawn gnomes, Gir prances stupidly into the room. In awe of what he sees on the glowing screen, he sits down upon his master's seat and begins to type. (Translations will be in brackets below.)
From: ZIM! [iamzim@irken.org]
To: Dib [cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com]
Subject: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh;akdoekdkcjvjbkfoplepclc,dkfjgjeo30333455566678990
*************************************************\\\\\\\\\\sdfaeweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr
sedeeedfdeedeededdffggggggjjj11111111111XcDD//
["Ooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! The glow...it speaks to meeee. *sniff*"]
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From: "Dib" (cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com)
To: "ZIM!" (iamzim@irken.org)
Subject: Re: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
Um...what was that? Did you completely lose your mind, Zim? No, wait... you lost that a long time ago.
Dib
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From: ZIM! [iamzim@irken.org]
To: Dib [cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com]
Subject: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
watevir it sed, OBAY IT!!1 OBAY IT LYKE IT WUZ YOR SLYMIE EARTH MOTHIR! DARE YU KWESCHUN THE WURD OF ZIM!???/ I WIL EET YOR FILTHY EARTH FEET 4 THAT!!!!!!!!!111 if this wer na akchule konfruntayshin wit yu, DIB, i wood b making yu bow down 2 meeeeeeeee! WEN THE DETH OF THE LAST HOBO ON EARTH OCKIRZ, YU WIL FYNLEE SEE YOR TROO MASTIR, WHO IS I, ZIM!!!
EVIL LAFF!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
sinseerly
ZIM!
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Another little incident occurs. Gaz happens to be using the computer one night, and upon noticing her faulty brother's stupidity in not requiring a password in order to log into his account, Gaz acquires access to all of his emails.
From: "Dib" (cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com)
To: "ZIM!" (iamzim@irken.org)
Subject: ur st00pid
hi
ur that st00pid gr33n k1d d1b 4lw4ys t4lks 4b0ut, 4r3nt u?
w3ll ur 3m41ls r st00pid.
bye
-gaz (g4me sl4ve r0x0rz!!)
Chapter 3 soon x]
After Dib's father found the computer unattended with his inbox still open, Zim dutifully replied...
From: ZIM! [iamzim@irken.org]
To: Dib [cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com]
Subject: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
wat iz thys THERIPY YU SPEEK OF? tell meeee, 4 i am not veri leenyant 2 mortles hoo disobay the orderz of ZIM! foolish huminz, yu do not reelyze that i hav yu a;; in the pawm of my handz! wonse i hav suxesfuly mastird my injeenyos mastirpees, yu wil all suffer at the handz of ZIM! wile yu sit thear, mindlesly kunso0ming food, I WIL B WACHIN YUUUUUUU!!!!!!!11
sinseerly
ZIM!
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From: "Dib" (cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com)
To: "ZIM!" (iamzim@irken.org)
Subject: Re: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
Yeah, I don't know what my dad said, but if he mentioned therapy... well, that's not necessarily your problem, Zim. Your problem is that you are too STUPID to realize your own faults! When will you give it up? Your "plans" are stupid, your house is stupid, your skin is stupid and GREEN, and speaking of green things, that little creature you carry along with you everywhere is STUPID!!!! NONE of this will ever help you! I can't believe I'm the only one who sees that you are truly an alien. Are people this dumb? I mean, COME ON! IT'S SO OBVIOUS! When I finally prove to the world that you are an alien, I'll be laughing in your ugly green face while world-renowned and well-respected scientists finally give me the credit I've so righteously deserved since the start of your pathetic appearance in Ms. Bitters' classroom! IN YOUR FACE, ZIM!
Dib
---
Upon Zim's leaving the computer in the middle of composing an email due to the unexpected dysfunction of one of the lawn gnomes, Gir prances stupidly into the room. In awe of what he sees on the glowing screen, he sits down upon his master's seat and begins to type. (Translations will be in brackets below.)
From: ZIM! [iamzim@irken.org]
To: Dib [cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com]
Subject: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh;akdoekdkcjvjbkfoplepclc,dkfjgjeo30333455566678990
*************************************************\\\\\\\\\\sdfaeweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr
sedeeedfdeedeededdffggggggjjj11111111111XcDD//
["Ooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! The glow...it speaks to meeee. *sniff*"]
---
From: "Dib" (cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com)
To: "ZIM!" (iamzim@irken.org)
Subject: Re: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
Um...what was that? Did you completely lose your mind, Zim? No, wait... you lost that a long time ago.
Dib
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From: ZIM! [iamzim@irken.org]
To: Dib [cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com]
Subject: DOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
watevir it sed, OBAY IT!!1 OBAY IT LYKE IT WUZ YOR SLYMIE EARTH MOTHIR! DARE YU KWESCHUN THE WURD OF ZIM!???/ I WIL EET YOR FILTHY EARTH FEET 4 THAT!!!!!!!!!111 if this wer na akchule konfruntayshin wit yu, DIB, i wood b making yu bow down 2 meeeeeeeee! WEN THE DETH OF THE LAST HOBO ON EARTH OCKIRZ, YU WIL FYNLEE SEE YOR TROO MASTIR, WHO IS I, ZIM!!!
EVIL LAFF!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
sinseerly
ZIM!
---
Another little incident occurs. Gaz happens to be using the computer one night, and upon noticing her faulty brother's stupidity in not requiring a password in order to log into his account, Gaz acquires access to all of his emails.
From: "Dib" (cloaked_shadow678@thelastfrontier.com)
To: "ZIM!" (iamzim@irken.org)
Subject: ur st00pid
hi
ur that st00pid gr33n k1d d1b 4lw4ys t4lks 4b0ut, 4r3nt u?
w3ll ur 3m41ls r st00pid.
bye
-gaz (g4me sl4ve r0x0rz!!)
Chapter 3 soon x]