Author's Notes:
Sorry this's been a bit long in the coming. I was really kind of stuck there for a while, but thanks to Cartman's Girl, I now have something of a plot. n.n So the credit really goes to her for the ideas.
S'more fanart, too!
Stuff by Cartman's Girl:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=96941
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=95806
Stuff by me:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=96076
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=94405
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=94408
I had to up the rating due to some more slashy inferences and symbolism. Oh, yeah, all characters and character DNA © Mr. Vasquez. Don't worry, I might actually be delving into Zib's character some more in the next chapter, providing I can think one up. x.x
Part II
Zim and Dib recoiled upon seeing their hybrid spawn; Zim's face twisted into a look of appalled disgust, and Dib's jaws slackened with disbelieving horror.
"It's so... so..." Zim stuttered, backing away from the creature.
"...CUTE." Dib finished with a shudder, edging away as well.
It - well, he, actually - was quite cute, which was probably the disturbing bit. A horrible deformed puddle of flesh might have been one thing, but this.. The hybrid was young, short, large-eyed and large-headed - though that could've been inherited from his 'father'. He had a clump of black hair on his head, with not one, but two scythe-shaped locks bending backwards, giving him the appearance of antennae. His skin was an odd, greenish yellow, somewhere on the spectrum between Zim's olive skin and Dib's sickly pale off-white.
His face was the same square shape as Dib's, not quite as tall and rectangular as Zim's, but a distinct lack of ears or a nose offset any appearance of humanity he might've had. His eyes were almost exactly like the Irken's, but oddly enough, had square pupils the same shade of brown as Dib's eyes. They were also set behind a large pair of glasses, which hovered on his face mysteriously, with no real way of being held up.
His outfit was an equally odd mix of his unwitting parents; a trench coat far too large for him, draped over a magenta, black-striped shirt with a triangular neck. His four-digited claws were covered in gloves that went to his forearm, and he had the same black pants and tall boots that both the human and the Irken sported. A pod much like Zim's completed his mixed appearance.
Dib blinked, "Er, why does he have clothes?"
Zim shrugged. "We're cartoon characters. Our outfit and accessories are hardwired into our genetic coding."
"Oh. Alright then." Dib crouched down, getting a closer look at the clone, "So.. what do we do with him?"
"Normally, having been corrupted with your INFERIOR human DNA, I would destroy it," Zim replied, matter-of-factly, then scowled down at the clone, "But I REALLY need the help maintaining my equipment! That, and.. " Zim's lip twitched, expression softening as he sighed and rolled his eyes, "I suppose it... IS kinda cute."
Dib blinked again, looking at Zim dully, "That's why you were making clones? Manual labour?"
"Yes. Why else, stupid human?"
"I thought you were creating an alien army to take the world by force."
Zim blinked, "Say, I hadn't thought of that.." Dib argh'd and slapped himself in the face.
Zim dismissed it with a wave of his claws, "As intriguing plot as that sounds, it will have to be postponed until I can figure out just what to do with.. with.." The Irken pondered, holding his chin in thought, "I suppose he needs a name."
"Yeah," Dib concurred, scratching his head as he looked at the hybrid curiously. The hybrid just stared back at him, blinking occasionally. Zim started rummaging around through his machinery, brushing soot off of everything.
"Where is that name generator?!" He hissed, and Dib scowled at him, "Oh, come on, can't you be more personal than a name generator?"
Gir, who had been bouncing around all this time and dancing like a monkey, finally came to a stop beside the hybrid and grinned. "Why not Zib?"
"Zib?" Zim raised an eyelid at his SIR unit, and kept searching for the generator, "What's THAT suppose to mean?"
Gir stared at Zim blankly for a while, then shrugged.
Dib, however, had been pondering the name, "Well, I guess it makes sense.. It could be a splicing of our names."
Zim scratched his head, then shrugged, "For once.. well.. maybe twice, human scum, I'll agree with you. We shall call him.. ZIB!" Zim raised a fist dramatically at this proclamation, his voice ringing through the battle-scarred lab.
Zib looked up at his 'mother', and slowly stood on wobbly legs. The young hybrid walked over to Zim, and wrapped his arms around the Irken's knees.
Zim's eyes glistened, lower lip trembling, and he was about to say something when Zib suddenly hefted the thin, lightweight alien off the ground and over his shoulder, causing him to crash into the ground face-first and loose several of his zipper-shaped teeth.
"HAH! I've captured the alien!" Zib shouted victoriously, and attempted to drag a dazed Zim away. Dib started to howl with laughter, falling onto his side, and Gir, having nothing else to do, joined him.
Zib turned around sharply and thrust a gloved claw in Dib's direction, "Laugh while you still can, human filth... you're next!"
Dib stopped laughing abruptly, though Gir continued on happily. Scowling, the boy stood up, brushed himself off and marched over to where Zib stood. Zib's threatening claw followed him, though it slightly withdrew to the hybrid's side meekly when Dib loomed over him.
"That is NO WAY to speak to your.. parent.. creator.. people! Now, put Zim down this instant!" Dib glared, pointing at the ground. Zib slouched, looking down at the ground with guilt, and let Zim's boots slide off of his shoulder. The Irken coughed up a few more of his teeth, crawling away and trying to stuff the missing teeth back into the holes in his gums.
Dib recalled something, and looked at his watch. Gasping, he turned and started running toward the stairs.
"Just WHERE do you think you're going, human crud?!" Zim snarled, his teeth finally back in place.
"Mysterious Mysteries is on in a few minutes!" Dib replied, not bothering to look back until a mechanical spider-leg stabbed into the ground before him. He skidded to a halt.
"I haven't had a chance to destroy you yet, for breaking into my lab!" Zim marched over to where his cybernetic leg had landed, scooping up the hybrid before he could cause any further damage. Zib seemed content to hang off of Zim's head.
Dib gulped, and turned to face the Irken. Zim's other legs unfolded, raising the alien far above Dib, looming threateningly despite the toddler attached to his head. Dib whimpered, backing up into the leg blocking his way, as Zim lifted the needle-point tip of one of the other spider-legs, preparing to make shiskabob of the human boy..
...and instead screamed, falling down, mechanical legs splayed and clattering to the floor. "AAAAAAAH! GITTIMOFFME!" Zim clawed at his head, trying to remove Zib, who was happily chewing on one of Zim's antennae.
"OWOWOWOWOWOOOWWWW!" Zim wailed, finally tearing Zib away from his sensitive antennae. Zib snickered to himself at the chaos he'd caused. Panting, Zim clambered to his feet, dragging his disjointed spider-legs behind him held the hybrid out and away from him, attempting to foist him onto Dib. "TAKE HIM!"
"What?! No! You can deal with your freakish clone-spawn yourself!" Dib held his hands up defensively, glaring at Zim between his fingers.
"He's YOUR fault!" Zim snarled, "None of this would've happened if you hadn't been a stinking stink-pest!"
"None of this would've happened if it hadn't been for you stupid evil schemes!"
Zib watched the argument go back and forth for awhile, before squirming out of Zim's hands and dropping to the ground, the Irken too involved in the argument to notice.
Gir wandered over to him, "Helll-oooo."
Zib shrugged and waved. "Hey." He then looked up at his 'parents', scowling, "Are they always like this?"
"Yup." Gir folded his wrists behind his back, looking up at Zim and Dib as well, then glanced at Zib, "Wanna go watch TV?"
"'Kay."
"Well, YOU were the one that had to go turn us into bologna that one time!" Dib yelled accusingly at Zim, neither noticing as Gir and Zib made their way up the stairs.
***
Gir sat on the couch, transfixed by the display on the replacement TV. He'd found an old 13" black and white television in the garbage. Of course, it didn't work, and the screen was a buzz of noisy static.
Gir bathed in the wavering glow, hushed, enraptured by the dancing black and white dots. Zib, however, was far less easily amused. He slid off of the couch, looking around, before spying the open front door of Zim's house.
No one noticed as he left this time, boots clicking over the fallen door.
***
"Yes, well, if we hadn't gotten trapped in your STINKING HEAD that one time--" Zim started, before he looked around and noticed something amiss - two things, actually. "...er, where'd Gir and Zib go?"
Dib snorted, folding his arms, "I don't know, they're YOUR robot and spawn."
"MINE?! Gir, perhaps, but let me EXPLAIN something to you about spawn-creatures.."
Dib winced and waved his hands, "No, Zim, I think I've already heard that conversation from Dad." He shuddered, then shrugged, "Zib's probably with your robot, so, he should be.."
The boy blinked, realizing what he was saying, and exchanged a worried look with Zim. Without another word, they both ran up the stairs at full tilt.
***
"He's GONE?!" Zim shouted at Gir in disbelief.
"I guess sooo." Gir shrugged, gaze never leaving the television.
"How could you just let him wander off like that?!" Dib followed, looking exasperated.
"Watchin' tee-veeee." Gir explained, giving himself the perfect alibi.
"Who KNOWS where he is by now! The candy zombies could've gotten him!" Zim bit the end of his claws in worry, looking around with paranoia.
Dib sighed, grabbing the alien's wrist and dragging him to the door, "I doubt it, Zim. Come on, let's go look for him. We can start at my house."
"THEY'VE PROBABLY DRAINED HIS BLOOD AND REPLACED IT WITH HORRIBLE.. ZOMBIE.. GOO!" Zim wailed as the human pulled him out the door.
***
An epic battle raged. It was one against twenty, and she was down to her last healing potion. Sweat fell down Gaz's face as she faced the hoards of vampire piggies, wielding her vorpal blade, preparing for a battle to the death...
...when the doorbell interrupted her game. Her eyebrow twitched, and she hit the pause button, putting down the GameSlave and going to the door.
"What do you two want?" She glared, without opening her eyes, at Dib and Zim, who stood pensively at the door. They looked at each other, and Dib took a deep breath, walking in, "Okay, Gaz, this is going to sound REALLY weird, and I don't know how you'll react, but.."
Gaz raised one of her eyebrows and watched Dib and Zim sit down on the couch. "Maybe you should sit down," her brother urged, and she smirked, picking up her can of grape Poop. This could be interesting.
"I might as well get right to the point. You see, Zim and I.. er.. we've.. uh.." Dib scratched his head, trying to figure out how to word himself, and Zim attempted to take over with no more success, "What he's trying to say is.. eh.."
"Oh, just spit it out." Gaz sipped her drink, "Everyone at skool suspects it anyway."
Dib blinked stupidly, "Er, suspects.. what?"
"You know. The way you two chase each other around and argue all the time. You're not fooling anybody. Don't worry, I'm cool with it. It's almost.. cute."
Zim quirked an eyelid and looked at Dib, "What is your sister-creature babbling about?" Dib, however, was unable to reply, a look of sheer horror wrought onto his face, frozen. He was mumbling to himself, and Zim's eyes widened when he pieced it together.
"IT'S NOT THAT AT ALL!" He shrieked, and pointedly scooted onto the side of the couch opposite of Dib, "It's just that, well.." Zim scowled at his lap and muttered, "We accidently created a hybrid spawn of ourselves and it escaped."
"...we were wondering if you'd seen it." Dib recovered, and added. "Short, kinda green, black hair, glasses, trench coat, shirt like Zim's."
Gaz just stared blankly, sipping her soda.
"You're an aunt, Gaz."
Dib and Zim blinked as they were covered in a spray of purple cola.
"So," she recovered, wiping off her chin, "You two are not only gay, you're REPRODUCING?!"
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Dib insisted, "And we're NOT gay!"
"The machine broke," Zim muttered, drumming his claws on his knee.
"Whatever. Look, guys, what you do in your spare time isn't any of my business, but I'm WAY too young to have a nephew, or a niece, or whatever-the-heck it is." Gaz ushered them out the door, "So anything you spawn is YOUR problem."
Zim huffed as he and Dib were pushed out the door, which shut behind them. "Impudent scum-beast!" he hissed at the door, and Dib shook his head.
Suddenly, an idea formed in the boy's inordinately large head. "Capturing that hybrid would prove your alien-ness just as much as capturing you would, Zim!" he cackled, and leapt off the porch, "Then everyone would believe me, and the world would know about you!"
Zim blinked in surprise at the sudden outburst, but Dib didn't give him a chance to retort. The human ran off purposefully down the street, in search of the little clone-spawn.
The Irken scowled, clenching his fist, "Traitorous human FILTH! I'll find Zib and train him to follow in my footsteps as a great Invader before you ever come close to finding out where he is!"
He needed an edge, though, since the human had a head-start on him. "I know! Every Irken pod has a unique identification signature! I'll just report to the Tallest, ask them to look up any recently generated numbers, and get a tracking device!"
Zim ran off in the opposite direction, and the chase was on.
Sorry this's been a bit long in the coming. I was really kind of stuck there for a while, but thanks to Cartman's Girl, I now have something of a plot. n.n So the credit really goes to her for the ideas.
S'more fanart, too!
Stuff by Cartman's Girl:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=96941
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=95806
Stuff by me:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=96076
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=94405
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=94408
I had to up the rating due to some more slashy inferences and symbolism. Oh, yeah, all characters and character DNA © Mr. Vasquez. Don't worry, I might actually be delving into Zib's character some more in the next chapter, providing I can think one up. x.x
Part II
Zim and Dib recoiled upon seeing their hybrid spawn; Zim's face twisted into a look of appalled disgust, and Dib's jaws slackened with disbelieving horror.
"It's so... so..." Zim stuttered, backing away from the creature.
"...CUTE." Dib finished with a shudder, edging away as well.
It - well, he, actually - was quite cute, which was probably the disturbing bit. A horrible deformed puddle of flesh might have been one thing, but this.. The hybrid was young, short, large-eyed and large-headed - though that could've been inherited from his 'father'. He had a clump of black hair on his head, with not one, but two scythe-shaped locks bending backwards, giving him the appearance of antennae. His skin was an odd, greenish yellow, somewhere on the spectrum between Zim's olive skin and Dib's sickly pale off-white.
His face was the same square shape as Dib's, not quite as tall and rectangular as Zim's, but a distinct lack of ears or a nose offset any appearance of humanity he might've had. His eyes were almost exactly like the Irken's, but oddly enough, had square pupils the same shade of brown as Dib's eyes. They were also set behind a large pair of glasses, which hovered on his face mysteriously, with no real way of being held up.
His outfit was an equally odd mix of his unwitting parents; a trench coat far too large for him, draped over a magenta, black-striped shirt with a triangular neck. His four-digited claws were covered in gloves that went to his forearm, and he had the same black pants and tall boots that both the human and the Irken sported. A pod much like Zim's completed his mixed appearance.
Dib blinked, "Er, why does he have clothes?"
Zim shrugged. "We're cartoon characters. Our outfit and accessories are hardwired into our genetic coding."
"Oh. Alright then." Dib crouched down, getting a closer look at the clone, "So.. what do we do with him?"
"Normally, having been corrupted with your INFERIOR human DNA, I would destroy it," Zim replied, matter-of-factly, then scowled down at the clone, "But I REALLY need the help maintaining my equipment! That, and.. " Zim's lip twitched, expression softening as he sighed and rolled his eyes, "I suppose it... IS kinda cute."
Dib blinked again, looking at Zim dully, "That's why you were making clones? Manual labour?"
"Yes. Why else, stupid human?"
"I thought you were creating an alien army to take the world by force."
Zim blinked, "Say, I hadn't thought of that.." Dib argh'd and slapped himself in the face.
Zim dismissed it with a wave of his claws, "As intriguing plot as that sounds, it will have to be postponed until I can figure out just what to do with.. with.." The Irken pondered, holding his chin in thought, "I suppose he needs a name."
"Yeah," Dib concurred, scratching his head as he looked at the hybrid curiously. The hybrid just stared back at him, blinking occasionally. Zim started rummaging around through his machinery, brushing soot off of everything.
"Where is that name generator?!" He hissed, and Dib scowled at him, "Oh, come on, can't you be more personal than a name generator?"
Gir, who had been bouncing around all this time and dancing like a monkey, finally came to a stop beside the hybrid and grinned. "Why not Zib?"
"Zib?" Zim raised an eyelid at his SIR unit, and kept searching for the generator, "What's THAT suppose to mean?"
Gir stared at Zim blankly for a while, then shrugged.
Dib, however, had been pondering the name, "Well, I guess it makes sense.. It could be a splicing of our names."
Zim scratched his head, then shrugged, "For once.. well.. maybe twice, human scum, I'll agree with you. We shall call him.. ZIB!" Zim raised a fist dramatically at this proclamation, his voice ringing through the battle-scarred lab.
Zib looked up at his 'mother', and slowly stood on wobbly legs. The young hybrid walked over to Zim, and wrapped his arms around the Irken's knees.
Zim's eyes glistened, lower lip trembling, and he was about to say something when Zib suddenly hefted the thin, lightweight alien off the ground and over his shoulder, causing him to crash into the ground face-first and loose several of his zipper-shaped teeth.
"HAH! I've captured the alien!" Zib shouted victoriously, and attempted to drag a dazed Zim away. Dib started to howl with laughter, falling onto his side, and Gir, having nothing else to do, joined him.
Zib turned around sharply and thrust a gloved claw in Dib's direction, "Laugh while you still can, human filth... you're next!"
Dib stopped laughing abruptly, though Gir continued on happily. Scowling, the boy stood up, brushed himself off and marched over to where Zib stood. Zib's threatening claw followed him, though it slightly withdrew to the hybrid's side meekly when Dib loomed over him.
"That is NO WAY to speak to your.. parent.. creator.. people! Now, put Zim down this instant!" Dib glared, pointing at the ground. Zib slouched, looking down at the ground with guilt, and let Zim's boots slide off of his shoulder. The Irken coughed up a few more of his teeth, crawling away and trying to stuff the missing teeth back into the holes in his gums.
Dib recalled something, and looked at his watch. Gasping, he turned and started running toward the stairs.
"Just WHERE do you think you're going, human crud?!" Zim snarled, his teeth finally back in place.
"Mysterious Mysteries is on in a few minutes!" Dib replied, not bothering to look back until a mechanical spider-leg stabbed into the ground before him. He skidded to a halt.
"I haven't had a chance to destroy you yet, for breaking into my lab!" Zim marched over to where his cybernetic leg had landed, scooping up the hybrid before he could cause any further damage. Zib seemed content to hang off of Zim's head.
Dib gulped, and turned to face the Irken. Zim's other legs unfolded, raising the alien far above Dib, looming threateningly despite the toddler attached to his head. Dib whimpered, backing up into the leg blocking his way, as Zim lifted the needle-point tip of one of the other spider-legs, preparing to make shiskabob of the human boy..
...and instead screamed, falling down, mechanical legs splayed and clattering to the floor. "AAAAAAAH! GITTIMOFFME!" Zim clawed at his head, trying to remove Zib, who was happily chewing on one of Zim's antennae.
"OWOWOWOWOWOOOWWWW!" Zim wailed, finally tearing Zib away from his sensitive antennae. Zib snickered to himself at the chaos he'd caused. Panting, Zim clambered to his feet, dragging his disjointed spider-legs behind him held the hybrid out and away from him, attempting to foist him onto Dib. "TAKE HIM!"
"What?! No! You can deal with your freakish clone-spawn yourself!" Dib held his hands up defensively, glaring at Zim between his fingers.
"He's YOUR fault!" Zim snarled, "None of this would've happened if you hadn't been a stinking stink-pest!"
"None of this would've happened if it hadn't been for you stupid evil schemes!"
Zib watched the argument go back and forth for awhile, before squirming out of Zim's hands and dropping to the ground, the Irken too involved in the argument to notice.
Gir wandered over to him, "Helll-oooo."
Zib shrugged and waved. "Hey." He then looked up at his 'parents', scowling, "Are they always like this?"
"Yup." Gir folded his wrists behind his back, looking up at Zim and Dib as well, then glanced at Zib, "Wanna go watch TV?"
"'Kay."
"Well, YOU were the one that had to go turn us into bologna that one time!" Dib yelled accusingly at Zim, neither noticing as Gir and Zib made their way up the stairs.
Gir bathed in the wavering glow, hushed, enraptured by the dancing black and white dots. Zib, however, was far less easily amused. He slid off of the couch, looking around, before spying the open front door of Zim's house.
No one noticed as he left this time, boots clicking over the fallen door.
Dib snorted, folding his arms, "I don't know, they're YOUR robot and spawn."
"MINE?! Gir, perhaps, but let me EXPLAIN something to you about spawn-creatures.."
Dib winced and waved his hands, "No, Zim, I think I've already heard that conversation from Dad." He shuddered, then shrugged, "Zib's probably with your robot, so, he should be.."
The boy blinked, realizing what he was saying, and exchanged a worried look with Zim. Without another word, they both ran up the stairs at full tilt.
"I guess sooo." Gir shrugged, gaze never leaving the television.
"How could you just let him wander off like that?!" Dib followed, looking exasperated.
"Watchin' tee-veeee." Gir explained, giving himself the perfect alibi.
"Who KNOWS where he is by now! The candy zombies could've gotten him!" Zim bit the end of his claws in worry, looking around with paranoia.
Dib sighed, grabbing the alien's wrist and dragging him to the door, "I doubt it, Zim. Come on, let's go look for him. We can start at my house."
"THEY'VE PROBABLY DRAINED HIS BLOOD AND REPLACED IT WITH HORRIBLE.. ZOMBIE.. GOO!" Zim wailed as the human pulled him out the door.
...when the doorbell interrupted her game. Her eyebrow twitched, and she hit the pause button, putting down the GameSlave and going to the door.
"What do you two want?" She glared, without opening her eyes, at Dib and Zim, who stood pensively at the door. They looked at each other, and Dib took a deep breath, walking in, "Okay, Gaz, this is going to sound REALLY weird, and I don't know how you'll react, but.."
Gaz raised one of her eyebrows and watched Dib and Zim sit down on the couch. "Maybe you should sit down," her brother urged, and she smirked, picking up her can of grape Poop. This could be interesting.
"I might as well get right to the point. You see, Zim and I.. er.. we've.. uh.." Dib scratched his head, trying to figure out how to word himself, and Zim attempted to take over with no more success, "What he's trying to say is.. eh.."
"Oh, just spit it out." Gaz sipped her drink, "Everyone at skool suspects it anyway."
Dib blinked stupidly, "Er, suspects.. what?"
"You know. The way you two chase each other around and argue all the time. You're not fooling anybody. Don't worry, I'm cool with it. It's almost.. cute."
Zim quirked an eyelid and looked at Dib, "What is your sister-creature babbling about?" Dib, however, was unable to reply, a look of sheer horror wrought onto his face, frozen. He was mumbling to himself, and Zim's eyes widened when he pieced it together.
"IT'S NOT THAT AT ALL!" He shrieked, and pointedly scooted onto the side of the couch opposite of Dib, "It's just that, well.." Zim scowled at his lap and muttered, "We accidently created a hybrid spawn of ourselves and it escaped."
"...we were wondering if you'd seen it." Dib recovered, and added. "Short, kinda green, black hair, glasses, trench coat, shirt like Zim's."
Gaz just stared blankly, sipping her soda.
"You're an aunt, Gaz."
Dib and Zim blinked as they were covered in a spray of purple cola.
"So," she recovered, wiping off her chin, "You two are not only gay, you're REPRODUCING?!"
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Dib insisted, "And we're NOT gay!"
"The machine broke," Zim muttered, drumming his claws on his knee.
"Whatever. Look, guys, what you do in your spare time isn't any of my business, but I'm WAY too young to have a nephew, or a niece, or whatever-the-heck it is." Gaz ushered them out the door, "So anything you spawn is YOUR problem."
Zim huffed as he and Dib were pushed out the door, which shut behind them. "Impudent scum-beast!" he hissed at the door, and Dib shook his head.
Suddenly, an idea formed in the boy's inordinately large head. "Capturing that hybrid would prove your alien-ness just as much as capturing you would, Zim!" he cackled, and leapt off the porch, "Then everyone would believe me, and the world would know about you!"
Zim blinked in surprise at the sudden outburst, but Dib didn't give him a chance to retort. The human ran off purposefully down the street, in search of the little clone-spawn.
The Irken scowled, clenching his fist, "Traitorous human FILTH! I'll find Zib and train him to follow in my footsteps as a great Invader before you ever come close to finding out where he is!"
He needed an edge, though, since the human had a head-start on him. "I know! Every Irken pod has a unique identification signature! I'll just report to the Tallest, ask them to look up any recently generated numbers, and get a tracking device!"
Zim ran off in the opposite direction, and the chase was on.