"I don't wanna go to school
I don't need no education
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna save the nation"
ShiMMy gets dragged into view by a man in a white coat, "Let me the fuck go! Who are you???" The man in the white coat plops ShiMMy into her chair in front of her terribly slow computer. While duct-taping ShiMMy to chair, the man in the white coat starts," You need to start your fic" "You need to untie me you sonofabitch!" Man in white coat stares cock-eyed at her for a second then puts a hockey mask (like Hannibal's) on ShiMMy then walks away. "Okay... I don't know what the fucking hell that was about but since I'm here.. god damn it.."
A DOOM to REMEMBER ~ShiMMy123's twisted spoof of the cheesy flick, "A walk to remember"
It was like any other day. Dib was in the front of the class rambling on about how evil cheese
vampires were living in the school cafeteria's freezer. Zita would raise her hand and rate Dib's crazy level
for the day and Miss Bitters would agree and reward her with a free "A". Zim sighed; he hated this place
and everyone in it. Every agonizing day was a little more motivation for his mission. Destroy it all. He
loved destroying; it was what he did best, even when he didn't intend on it. A simple procedure of starting
the engine of his Voot Cruiser turned into fiery explosions and near death experiences. He leaned back and
propped his feet up on his desk. He glanced at the clock, it felt like it had been 12: 55 for hours now.
Knowing that skool and its pathetic excuses for supplies, it probably had been. Out of sheer boredom Zim
started to balance his pencil on his lip. At this point, Dib had already dropped his head in repeated rejection
and returned to his seat. Zim chuckled to himself. He loved seeing Dib in his depressed, weak human state.
"Sorry I'm late" said an unfamiliar voice. Zim glanced up to see a strangely recognizable girl standing next
to Miss Bitters' desk holding a pass. "I just got my braces off" the girl continued. Miss Bitters just stared at
her for a minute, "Class, I'd loathe to present the newest stink-child to join our class, what's your name?"
she growled. "Um, I'm not new Miss Bitters, its me, Gretchen? Remember? I just got my braces off see it
says it right there in my pass." She pointed at the pass lying on the teacher's desk. "Just take Gretchen's old
seat, I'm sure she's dropped out for a new life of DOOM anyways..." Miss Bitters retorted apathetically.
"Whatever you say Miss Bitters" Replied Gretchen, a little confused. 'Do I look that different now?' she
thought to herself as she walked to her new/old desk. But in fact she had. Her teeth no longer stuck out of
her face as if someone had punched her in the back of the head, a small, annoyingly cute mole was now
visible on her right cheek; The braces took total focus off of any other significant feature she had and for
some reason, she was wearing a purple short-sleeve shirt and farmer jeans. She still looked geeky, but not as much as before. Now, you could actually tell there was a pretty face hiding behind a sleeve of brown
bangs that now covered her forehead. But, as stupid as humans are, we all know they'll just analyze the
things that slightly cover her good features. Of course there's not many. People are just really stupid.
Before Zim knew it, it was time to leave. Boy, does time fly when you play with a pencil. Before
he got a chance to walk out the door, Dib was already in his face. "SOO, ZIM! What EVIL ALIEN plans
have you got today?? HUH? HUH? HUH?" Zim just rooted a path around the raving maniac and continued
walking. "Not today Dib.. I'm in NO mood for your CRAZINESS" Dib continued to follow him. "I
KNOW you're up to something ZIM! You ALWAYS are!"
"Just leave me alone, just for today Dib? YOU CAN HAVE THE REST OF MY EXISTANCE ON THIS
FILTHY PLANET TO BE ANNOYING, just leave me alone just for this ONE day. now go away before
I-"
"Before you WHAT Zim? PROBE ME??" Zim was in pure disgust over that last comment and stopped in
his tracks for a second. "KEEP ME OUT OF YOUR SICK BIG-HEADED FANTASIES DIB!" Zim
started walking again. "HEY ZIM!" He had had it, Zim started to turn around and was ready to smack
Dib's enormous head right into the concrete wall next to them. "WHAT?" Dib then pulled something from
his bag. "I was just wondering.. How would your alien head react to ..SALAMI!" Dib then smacked Zim
off the side of the head with a salami stick. It left a black scrape across Zim's face and it singed a little.
"AHH! THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU!" Zim then started to chase Dib down the corridor of the
skool. Dib attempted to turn around and hit Zim with the salami stick again but it was knocked from his
hands. Dib continued to run with Zim on his tail screaming at him, until he came across a pair of stairs that
seemed to go upward. Not even thinking, Dib ran up the steps. He then realized that the steps had taken him
to the roof of the skool. Zim then lunged from the stairs onto Dib's back and started pummeling him in the
face. Dib returned it with a kick to the gut sending Zim backward, but as soon as he hit ground he jumped
back up and started again on Dib. They continued to fight and strangle each other, without warning, Dib
had grabbed Zim by his upper jaw and started pulling on it. Zim attempted to yell but it only came out more
like 'gahaah'. He then retorted to Dib with a punch to the nose. Dib then let go of Zim's jaw and they both
got to their feet. Dib was about to kick Zim again but without even thinking, Zim had shoved Dib to a point
where they were both running, Dib backward, while Zim forced him forward. Before he had realized it, Dib
wasn't in front of him anymore. Zim then looked over the edge of the skool roof to see Dib lying
unconscious in the dumpster below. It had happened.. Zim had won. "Victory for Zim!" He cried in
excitement. Suddenly he heard a noise, movement. In the dumpster, Dib twitched a little bit and his head
fell to the side. "Oh come on!" Yelled Zim in disapproval. Suddenly, an old couple then walked by and
looked in the dumpster as they walked by. "Would you look at that? Someone threw out a perfectly good
head!. Oh wait. there's a body attached.."
Zim sat outside of the principal's office. He grumbled to himself. If it weren't for Sarah ratting him out.. he
could've been at home doing experiments right now. He then lifted his head to hear the door creek open.
"Step inside," said a raspy voice. This would normally terrify a child in this position, but Zim just cocked
an eyebrow and stepped inside. There he saw Miss Bitters sitting behind the desk with a 'principal' tag on
the desk. "MISS BITTERS? YOURE THE PRINCIPAL?" She just stared at him blankly. "Take a seat."
Zim sat down. "We don't have enough funding to get a principal, so they left this HORRIBLE job to me,"
she hissed. Zim stared at her for a moment. "Riight.. well, could we please get to the part where you punish
me? I'd like to get home soon.. I need to . feed my dog."
"SILENCE!" She slammed her fists on the desk, and a cockroach squirmed across the top quickly then went back into hiding. "As much humor as the other students got out of nearly killing Mr. Membrane, YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!"
He stared coherently.
"A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE PUNISHMENT! First, I will send a SWAT team to your home and beat your
dog with a stick until he is dead!" Zim leaned back, carelessly and listened. "AND ALSO. You will need
to GIVE BACK TO THE COMMINUTY ... with EXTRA CORRICULAR ACTIVITES!" Zim slumped
forward. "This month, our skool is having a fall play for the town. and YOU Zim WILL BE IN IT!" Zim
stared at her with a twitching eye, and then fell to the ground in a dramatic outburst.
"WHAAAAAT???????"
ShiMMy, still tied up, is sitting at her desk tapping her fingers on her desk. "It's done..." Man in white coat walks in room and looks over her story. "PATHETIC! But it'll have to do." ShiMMy scowls at him through her mask. "Now you see why I put that hockey mask on you. NO BITING! HAHA!" walks away. "Well, I'm sure most of you will agree with the man who has duct-taped me to a chair.. But I'm working on it!"
ShiMMy gets dragged into view by a man in a white coat, "Let me the fuck go! Who are you???" The man in the white coat plops ShiMMy into her chair in front of her terribly slow computer. While duct-taping ShiMMy to chair, the man in the white coat starts," You need to start your fic" "You need to untie me you sonofabitch!" Man in white coat stares cock-eyed at her for a second then puts a hockey mask (like Hannibal's) on ShiMMy then walks away. "Okay... I don't know what the fucking hell that was about but since I'm here.. god damn it.."
A DOOM to REMEMBER ~ShiMMy123's twisted spoof of the cheesy flick, "A walk to remember"
It was like any other day. Dib was in the front of the class rambling on about how evil cheese
vampires were living in the school cafeteria's freezer. Zita would raise her hand and rate Dib's crazy level
for the day and Miss Bitters would agree and reward her with a free "A". Zim sighed; he hated this place
and everyone in it. Every agonizing day was a little more motivation for his mission. Destroy it all. He
loved destroying; it was what he did best, even when he didn't intend on it. A simple procedure of starting
the engine of his Voot Cruiser turned into fiery explosions and near death experiences. He leaned back and
propped his feet up on his desk. He glanced at the clock, it felt like it had been 12: 55 for hours now.
Knowing that skool and its pathetic excuses for supplies, it probably had been. Out of sheer boredom Zim
started to balance his pencil on his lip. At this point, Dib had already dropped his head in repeated rejection
and returned to his seat. Zim chuckled to himself. He loved seeing Dib in his depressed, weak human state.
"Sorry I'm late" said an unfamiliar voice. Zim glanced up to see a strangely recognizable girl standing next
to Miss Bitters' desk holding a pass. "I just got my braces off" the girl continued. Miss Bitters just stared at
her for a minute, "Class, I'd loathe to present the newest stink-child to join our class, what's your name?"
she growled. "Um, I'm not new Miss Bitters, its me, Gretchen? Remember? I just got my braces off see it
says it right there in my pass." She pointed at the pass lying on the teacher's desk. "Just take Gretchen's old
seat, I'm sure she's dropped out for a new life of DOOM anyways..." Miss Bitters retorted apathetically.
"Whatever you say Miss Bitters" Replied Gretchen, a little confused. 'Do I look that different now?' she
thought to herself as she walked to her new/old desk. But in fact she had. Her teeth no longer stuck out of
her face as if someone had punched her in the back of the head, a small, annoyingly cute mole was now
visible on her right cheek; The braces took total focus off of any other significant feature she had and for
some reason, she was wearing a purple short-sleeve shirt and farmer jeans. She still looked geeky, but not as much as before. Now, you could actually tell there was a pretty face hiding behind a sleeve of brown
bangs that now covered her forehead. But, as stupid as humans are, we all know they'll just analyze the
things that slightly cover her good features. Of course there's not many. People are just really stupid.
Before Zim knew it, it was time to leave. Boy, does time fly when you play with a pencil. Before
he got a chance to walk out the door, Dib was already in his face. "SOO, ZIM! What EVIL ALIEN plans
have you got today?? HUH? HUH? HUH?" Zim just rooted a path around the raving maniac and continued
walking. "Not today Dib.. I'm in NO mood for your CRAZINESS" Dib continued to follow him. "I
KNOW you're up to something ZIM! You ALWAYS are!"
"Just leave me alone, just for today Dib? YOU CAN HAVE THE REST OF MY EXISTANCE ON THIS
FILTHY PLANET TO BE ANNOYING, just leave me alone just for this ONE day. now go away before
I-"
"Before you WHAT Zim? PROBE ME??" Zim was in pure disgust over that last comment and stopped in
his tracks for a second. "KEEP ME OUT OF YOUR SICK BIG-HEADED FANTASIES DIB!" Zim
started walking again. "HEY ZIM!" He had had it, Zim started to turn around and was ready to smack
Dib's enormous head right into the concrete wall next to them. "WHAT?" Dib then pulled something from
his bag. "I was just wondering.. How would your alien head react to ..SALAMI!" Dib then smacked Zim
off the side of the head with a salami stick. It left a black scrape across Zim's face and it singed a little.
"AHH! THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU!" Zim then started to chase Dib down the corridor of the
skool. Dib attempted to turn around and hit Zim with the salami stick again but it was knocked from his
hands. Dib continued to run with Zim on his tail screaming at him, until he came across a pair of stairs that
seemed to go upward. Not even thinking, Dib ran up the steps. He then realized that the steps had taken him
to the roof of the skool. Zim then lunged from the stairs onto Dib's back and started pummeling him in the
face. Dib returned it with a kick to the gut sending Zim backward, but as soon as he hit ground he jumped
back up and started again on Dib. They continued to fight and strangle each other, without warning, Dib
had grabbed Zim by his upper jaw and started pulling on it. Zim attempted to yell but it only came out more
like 'gahaah'. He then retorted to Dib with a punch to the nose. Dib then let go of Zim's jaw and they both
got to their feet. Dib was about to kick Zim again but without even thinking, Zim had shoved Dib to a point
where they were both running, Dib backward, while Zim forced him forward. Before he had realized it, Dib
wasn't in front of him anymore. Zim then looked over the edge of the skool roof to see Dib lying
unconscious in the dumpster below. It had happened.. Zim had won. "Victory for Zim!" He cried in
excitement. Suddenly he heard a noise, movement. In the dumpster, Dib twitched a little bit and his head
fell to the side. "Oh come on!" Yelled Zim in disapproval. Suddenly, an old couple then walked by and
looked in the dumpster as they walked by. "Would you look at that? Someone threw out a perfectly good
head!. Oh wait. there's a body attached.."
Zim sat outside of the principal's office. He grumbled to himself. If it weren't for Sarah ratting him out.. he
could've been at home doing experiments right now. He then lifted his head to hear the door creek open.
"Step inside," said a raspy voice. This would normally terrify a child in this position, but Zim just cocked
an eyebrow and stepped inside. There he saw Miss Bitters sitting behind the desk with a 'principal' tag on
the desk. "MISS BITTERS? YOURE THE PRINCIPAL?" She just stared at him blankly. "Take a seat."
Zim sat down. "We don't have enough funding to get a principal, so they left this HORRIBLE job to me,"
she hissed. Zim stared at her for a moment. "Riight.. well, could we please get to the part where you punish
me? I'd like to get home soon.. I need to . feed my dog."
"SILENCE!" She slammed her fists on the desk, and a cockroach squirmed across the top quickly then went back into hiding. "As much humor as the other students got out of nearly killing Mr. Membrane, YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!"
He stared coherently.
"A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE PUNISHMENT! First, I will send a SWAT team to your home and beat your
dog with a stick until he is dead!" Zim leaned back, carelessly and listened. "AND ALSO. You will need
to GIVE BACK TO THE COMMINUTY ... with EXTRA CORRICULAR ACTIVITES!" Zim slumped
forward. "This month, our skool is having a fall play for the town. and YOU Zim WILL BE IN IT!" Zim
stared at her with a twitching eye, and then fell to the ground in a dramatic outburst.
"WHAAAAAT???????"
ShiMMy, still tied up, is sitting at her desk tapping her fingers on her desk. "It's done..." Man in white coat walks in room and looks over her story. "PATHETIC! But it'll have to do." ShiMMy scowls at him through her mask. "Now you see why I put that hockey mask on you. NO BITING! HAHA!" walks away. "Well, I'm sure most of you will agree with the man who has duct-taped me to a chair.. But I'm working on it!"