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Gir smiled giddily at his swine comadre.
"Hey Pig! Let's have a party!" He exclaimed, forgetting entirely he had been no where
near Pig in the last chapter. Who cares.
Pig squealed...in agreement? ...who knows... and Gir jumped up from his perch on the
couch, dragging the farm animal with him.
"Ehhhhhhh....c'mon Pig! Let's call all our friends!" The robot procedded to the phone
and punched random numbers into the device, giggling like a Japanese school-girl when old
ladies and zombies answered.
"Come to mah partah!" he screamed into the reciever, then slammed it down and procedded to phone
everyone on Earth with disturbing speed. Within minutes, huge sweating throngs of people
and musk oxen filled the small house. There was naturally a great amount of noise.
This disturbed Zim.
He abandoned his Dibby-torture for the moment and stared at the ceiling.
"Computer!" He shrieked upward, and the ceiling disappeared and the smelly herd was depoisted
on his base's floor. Zim screamed and tore at his eyeballs, which, needless to say,
brought him much discomfort. Dib saw this as his opportunity to escape, and leapt from his confinements,
pushing his way through the throbbing masses of earth-filth. Zim, eyes covered with bandaids
in that slapstick cartoon "comedy" way, groaned in displeaurse as he noted his captor had escaped.
He called for Gir, who catapulted over a large gaggle of obese ex-boxers and landed at his
masters feet, hand plastered to his forehead in a salute.
"Find the human-monkey and bring him to me!" He commanded, and ignored Gir's babblings about
the nutrional value of tiger spleens. Dib could not get away this time...he knew too much.
BUM BUM BUM!
Chicka-chicka-screeeee!
The dramatic music filled the base, followed by a rhythmic scratching. All eyes turned to the
corner, where the sound had emerged from. Sighs of relief were heard when everyone realized it
was just Pig. Pig the DJ.
----
Short, humorless chapter. Poo.
Gir smiled giddily at his swine comadre.
"Hey Pig! Let's have a party!" He exclaimed, forgetting entirely he had been no where
near Pig in the last chapter. Who cares.
Pig squealed...in agreement? ...who knows... and Gir jumped up from his perch on the
couch, dragging the farm animal with him.
"Ehhhhhhh....c'mon Pig! Let's call all our friends!" The robot procedded to the phone
and punched random numbers into the device, giggling like a Japanese school-girl when old
ladies and zombies answered.
"Come to mah partah!" he screamed into the reciever, then slammed it down and procedded to phone
everyone on Earth with disturbing speed. Within minutes, huge sweating throngs of people
and musk oxen filled the small house. There was naturally a great amount of noise.
This disturbed Zim.
He abandoned his Dibby-torture for the moment and stared at the ceiling.
"Computer!" He shrieked upward, and the ceiling disappeared and the smelly herd was depoisted
on his base's floor. Zim screamed and tore at his eyeballs, which, needless to say,
brought him much discomfort. Dib saw this as his opportunity to escape, and leapt from his confinements,
pushing his way through the throbbing masses of earth-filth. Zim, eyes covered with bandaids
in that slapstick cartoon "comedy" way, groaned in displeaurse as he noted his captor had escaped.
He called for Gir, who catapulted over a large gaggle of obese ex-boxers and landed at his
masters feet, hand plastered to his forehead in a salute.
"Find the human-monkey and bring him to me!" He commanded, and ignored Gir's babblings about
the nutrional value of tiger spleens. Dib could not get away this time...he knew too much.
BUM BUM BUM!
Chicka-chicka-screeeee!
The dramatic music filled the base, followed by a rhythmic scratching. All eyes turned to the
corner, where the sound had emerged from. Sighs of relief were heard when everyone realized it
was just Pig. Pig the DJ.
----
Short, humorless chapter. Poo.