"Anything else I can get for you, my darling?"
It was lunchtime at the infamous and ever-loathed Skool. Zim and Gaz were
invariably sitting together and practically feeding each other. They'd been
inseparable since that fateful day …
"No, my dearest Zimmy, I need nothing more that you here with me. Just seeing
your wonderfully green face satisfies all my needs," Gaz crooned. She had the
'pathetically and hopelessly in love' look in her eyes (which were fixed on her
'dearest Zimmy').
Across the lunch room Dib was watching their every move, making sure Zim didn't
try anything to put Gaz further into the state of utter devotion she was
already in.
"Look at them; it's disgusting! It's wrong! It's-" he was cut off by some
projectile mashed potatoes that had just made contact with his abnormally large
head. Frustrated, he slammed his lunch tray down sending "food" everywhere, and
stormed out of the cafeteria.
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Later that day in class …
Ms. Bitters looked excessively frightening today. In place of her usual yard
stick she used, she had a metal pointer (which indeed had a rather sharp point
on the end. We can all guess what that was meant for). She was teaching
geography and regions of the world, and whacking the map to add emphasis to her
lesson.
"Doom here," (whack) "and doom here," (whack) "Doom doom doom and more DOOM!"
(Extra-loud whack)
Amidst all the whacking, Dib's thoughts wandered to his troubled little sister.
Perhaps her evident love and devotion towards a deranged little alien bent on
destroying mankind wasn't really as bad as he'd made it seem. She was being
nicer at home, after all. Yeah, this could be a good thing.
Out of the corner of his eye dib saw Zim drawing a blueprint labeled "Earth
Doom Machine Thingy."
"Okay maybe I was wrong."
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Sorry about the short chapters. My muse is currently on strike. If this story sounds vaguely familiar, it's because I've edited it from before. I had it posted a long time ago, but I decided it sucked and reworked it. If you still think it sucks, feel free to tell me. And if you don't, I'd love to hear from you. *convincing sales-person-like smile*