I EXIST!! And I have plot! Yes, my plotting abilities have returned for
this fic! I would like to credit this to my recent purchase of I Feel Sick,
it has inspired me on a way to get from point y to z... this is what I have
been waiting on and this is what has been delaying the ending of this fic
for so long... and without further a dew, I give you...
Zim the Homicidal Irken ... the Ending... (p.s. I think I'm gonna experiment with tenses on thisn' don't get weirded out)
Tak paces back and forth in the main room of her base. Something had been troubling her over the past week or so, and that something was a fuzzy plush toy. The black cat, which she has come to lovingly call Mimi, is beginning to freak her out. It had started out innocent enough. She had pretended that the stuffy was taking back to her, making those one sided conversations seem a little less lonesome. After a while though, the cat had proved to develop a personality all its own and it just wouldn't shut up.
"Mimi!" Tak yells out at the animal. "If you don't be quiet this instant, I will rip the stuffing right out of you!" She looks at the creature's beaded red eyes. It is almost as if the plush is taunting her.
"No! I'm not crazy. It's that homicidal freak that's insane. What was his name; oh right... Zim." Tak listens intently to the toy as it voices an opinion.
"He is not dragging me into his insanity, you are!" The doll is seen, unchanging, just sitting there upon the ground with its glassy cat eyes staring vacantly forward. "You're crazy and you want me to be too but I'm not going to let you get to me!" Tak glares at the stuffy for another moment before marching over to a table and retrieving a piece of paper and a pen. She quickly writes something down on the paper and folds it in half before walking over to the doll and tossing it in its general direction.
"I'm leaving, and I don't care where!" The cat remains unfazed. "Goodbye Mimi!" Tak yells as she slams the front door to her hut loudly. Silence overtakes the house.
Dib moans as the alien holding him brings the sack upside down, dropping him to a hard flooring. The Boy with the oversized head looks around while trying to right himself.
"Hey, where am I?" he asks as he notices the seemingly sterile environment for which he has been brought to.
"Our ship!" "Isn't it grand?" the two dull-witted aliens say.
"Yeeeeah..." Dib says as he brings himself to his feet. As the realization that he is on an alien ship comes to him, a floating panel comes and situates itself in front of him, revealing his internal organs on its screen.
"Aww, look! This one's missing his brain!" The Fred alien says while pointing at the screen.
"No... no that's his intestines he's missin'" Mary interjects.
"Wow! I'm really on an alien spaceship!" Dib suddenly takes out a concealed camera and begins flashing pictures with the annoying device.
"Foolish earth creature," the alien says, grabbing the camera away from Dib and turning to his comrade. "We'll have to work on this one quickly. Humans can't live long without their tonsil!" Dib quirks a brow while thinking there's something altogether not right about this alien duo.
"Yes! To the testing!"
Zim glares out his window at the nervous park squirrel.
"I hate you" he says flatly. Dirty Chickie looks on with an odd amusement.
"And why would that be Z?(Aah! Question sleep and then go into work for 13 hours straight! It's fun!!)" the devious chicken toy prods.
"Because, you are the embodiment of everything that is keeping me from what I need."
"And what do you need?"
"My sanity" Chickie laughs out right as if this were the most amusing thing he has ever encountered since seeing those two children pummel each other with the others' unattached limbs.
"You're the only one keeping yourself from that goal! I'm your path to sanity. Just succumb to your desires, they will do the rest."
"I'm not following anyone's orders but my own... not anymore." Zim glares at the squirrel as it meets his gaze, staring into his eyes with an unreadable cold expression. Then, as Zim watches, one of the squirrel's pupils suddenly shifts inward... a disturbing lazy eye effect. Zim exhales and forces himself up from his sitting position. He suddenly turns to face Dirty Chickie with a look of desperation on his face.
"I should be as unpredictable and cold as Mr. Scolex out there! I shouldn't be dealing with fookin' emotions!" Moments after the outburst, he lets his gaze fall to the floor. "They're a weakness... that must be eradicated. (at this point I am honestly regretting my decision I made way back on whether Mr. Scolex was going to be a germ or a squirrel ah well...)See that squirrel!" Zim points out the window again. Chickie looks and sees the squirrel, donning its dazed expression and looking around... It's wondering where its walnut went.
"You want to be like that greedy bastard... suit yourself..." Zim glares dangerously.
"Emotionless, Chickie... devoid of attachment... free."
"And you think a squirrel is the embodiment of this...apathy" Chickie chuckles.
(*I bitch at myself now* Z- "Just like Amanda Apathy which is a reference to one of the author of this story's projects that maybe might be seen in a comic one day if it ever gets accepted by a publisher and IF that author ever finishes it enough to get it into a submit able form which, from what I've seen, is highly unlikely to be any time soon!" *Do you see me glaring dangerously right here? And back to the actual story the way it is*)
Zim opens his mouth to respond, but can't seem to find the words so he does the pouty thing and shuts it while glaring.
"I'm going out for a walk!" Zim stomps to the door, taking a final glare at the happy meal toy before shutting the door quite loudly. (wow... Z and Tak's exits seem very similar... I shrug... Zim's being a pouty bitch and won't be original for me right now)
Zim walks down the street, taking a glance at his neighbor's house, for there, floating above it, is what appears to be a gargantuan llama... I kid you not... Zim, being aware of how truly sad that is, walks on. You know those walks that are taken for no particular reason where you just wander off and don't worry about where your going and eventually end up lost in the middle of nowhere where guys take girls when they want to 'you know, you know' and turn into complete idiots and run off the road and end up having their brains eaten by local wildlife? Well, he's taking one of those kinds of walks. (I've got an odd sort of writing style today huh?)
Eventually, this meandering does NOT lead him to that 'happy' place for some teen boys, but to a mall Zim previously didn't know existed. In the doorway is a largely man in a Santa suit. Zim had heard of the Christmas thing over the internet when he first arrived, but that wasn't supposed to happen until December... this is early November right? (the month where I shouldn't have left off)
Quirking a brow, Zim walks into the mall and looks around. This is not a very productive as only a few stores, Hot Topic and the Underground, seem to attract his attention. Also, the crowds this place draws are among the most perturbing on the planet. After his adventure in 'the mall', Zim decides to avoid it at all costs in the future.
Dib looks around hesitantly. At this point in time, there is a curtain rod duct taped to his arm and an empty juice box sitting merely inches from the remainder of the tape roll.
"Now that's enough fusing, I say we throw things at em."
"No, let's poke him with this stick!" Mary holds up a rather pointy looking stick.
"Eueah! Go on then, poke em." Mary pokes away as Fred goes to find a stick with which he can join in on the poking fun. Dib wants to cry for at this point they've applied a layer of tape over his mouth. After about thirty minutes of incessant poking, Fred finally stops, but Mary pokes on.
"Oh, I've got an idea!"
"What is it paw?" Mary exclaims, suddenly stopping in its poking.
"Let's throw things at his head!" Now at this point you must realize that that's a pretty big target indeed. With that said, a gopher is tossed at the boy, hitting him square in the middle of his oversized cranium.
CRB FUN!!!
"Saliva is the Mandate of my premeditated Gesticulations of Tertiary fondlers!" Robot Boy stands proudly upon his box, but this time he is not in a badly drawn park. He is in the court of the Crimson Cow.
"Moo?" states the sultanate steer.
"But I progress... further Is the significance of the Overfed Biceps! They are courtly testicles With Swollen Ivory! Swollen fuckin' Ivory I say! Do Not dispute the Cream Cheese! It is gooey cream cheese, filled with the Lipmeats of a trillion Megalomaniacal Ganglions!"
"Moo" the heifer doth say.
"Emancipation Reticulation Dingy Patron of the Tiki Grotto! Emulate the Egg crate; do so with Butter!"
"Moo" the cow says, but this time in a more perturbed manner.
"The Swiss fondle your Porcupine stingers of Bee less eyespots!" The robot gets in the cows face... "Beef is good with Tupperware asscream?"
"Moo moo moo... moo moo!" The cow king is mooing. A half-dozen gargantuan bulls come bustin' up in the bovine court and drag Crazy Robot Boy out by his little finger.
"My Chloroforms! Give me back my Xerox Polka Gook! I need it or I go Kablam!" At this moment Robot Boy does go kablam... and oh how kablammy. Let's just say... mushroom cloud and t-bone steaks.
BACK TO THE STORY I'M SUPPOSED TO BE FINISHING!!!
Time has passed, and with much time, much walking. This walking has led Zim to that little shady street on which Tak lives. Of course, it takes Zim a moment to realize where he randomly ended up, but the sight of Tak's hut is enough of a hint. Zim would have turned and walked straight home, but curiosity gets the best of him and he walks up to the doorstep for no reason other than to see if maybe Tak is home.
'Maybe she's not still mad' Zim thinks naively as he taps on the door. He waits a respectable amount of time without receiving a reaction of any sort from the house before trying the doorknob. That is a bust; it's locked. 'I hope she's okay.' Zim looks around for another means of entry which proves to be no difficulty. Around the side of her house, is a window that was left partially ajar. It has a stick blocking it from being opened to a certain degree, but those are so easily knocked out of place and Zim soon finds himself inside.
"Tak; are you here?" Zim wanders around for a moment and sees no signs of a hiding occupant so he goes to leave, but sees something out of the corner of his eye. Zim turns to see a folded piece of paper carelessly tossed to the ground. He goes over and picks the note up. It reads...
"I fucking hate you, you fucking glassy eyed thing! *at this point Zim has a confused look on his face* Fuck you and whatever it is your trying to do! I'm leaving and not coming back... and what's more, I left everything behind! So you can go fuck off to your plushy filled fantasy world! *another one of those 'what the fuck' looks from Zim* You'll never be seeing me again! ~Tak"
"Left everything... she's more insane than me!" Zim ponders over Tak's rant of lunacy, thinking he was the intended recipient. This soon leads to him realizing what left everything entails. "She left her ship." A devious grin comes across Zim's face as thoughts of hanging two particularly annoying Irkens on a long wooden pole. This is theft time right here... Zim runs up the stairs of Tak's base and makes his way to the area where her Cruiser is docked. The good thing about earth is that the days aren't particularly long and it is already beginning to get dark outside, making the perfect cover for him to pilot Tak's ship over to his own house.
There is a sense of elation in Zim's stride as he walks down the stairs of his house and into the living room where a confused Dirty Chickie Toy is perched atop the T.V.
"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" The demented chicken asks. Zim ignores the bird as he goes over to his desk and opens one of the drawers. Inside is a notepad that has previously been unused.
"Z?" (NOTSOSUBLIMINALMESSAGE!!!!) He ignores the fowl, opens the empty tablet to its first page, and begins to write:
"Dear diary thingy that I heard about on the television, hi. I've never written in one of these things before and this might be the last time I do this in a very long time. I just have to get my thoughts down on paper. Seems I can't even die right. Why the fuck I was sent back to this deteriorating life I think I will never know, but at least this time I don't have to paint the damn wall. Mooseboy and Pork are gone, but in their place is Dirty Chickie. He wants me to indulge myself. The flesh is weak; I don't want to give into such primitive desires. I shouldn't have to care so much. I should be as desensitized as the crazy park squirrel. Lately, it seems at though the only voice I'm not hearing is my own. That's why I have to get away. I'm taking Tak's ship and leaving everything else behind. Chickie, Tak, Dib... when and if I come back, I hope it will be under different circumstances. So goodbye, I guess, notepad, Diary..."
Zim looks over the pages he filled up for a moment before closing the pad and replacing it in the desk drawer.
"Now Z... don't do anything rash..." Dirty Chickie says. Zim grins and waves excitedly at the toy as he heads back upstairs.
"Zim... Zim!" The toy tries to yell after him, but he is already out of sight.
Dib is dropped off completely naked in front of his house with a new line of stitches on his back and the marks of pokey trauma evident. A not so subtle alien device, which turns out to be nothing more than a toaster is duct taped to his head. He hears the sound of what he is sure it jet engines and looks up into the sky, only to see an alien space craft leaving his next door neighbor's house...
Zim is, at this point, out of the earth's atmosphere and is on his way back. As much as he tries to contain his enthusiasm, he can't help but giggle. Soon this giggling gives way to a tumult of eccentric laughter. The camera *that's right... I control the camera angles too now* slowly pans back from its close up of Zim in his uproarious laughter and centers itself to the left of him. There in the dark shadows of the cruiser is a silhouette and two glowing red eyes.
THE ACTUAL END IS HERE!!!!
I'm DONE!! Yay! You can't imagine the tremendous burden that has just been released by me! I am so happy right now! This fic is FINALLY over! Are you all pacified? Good! *does a happy dance while you should be doing the review thing* I smile!
-Luv-
Lizzy733 8}
Zim the Homicidal Irken ... the Ending... (p.s. I think I'm gonna experiment with tenses on thisn' don't get weirded out)
Tak paces back and forth in the main room of her base. Something had been troubling her over the past week or so, and that something was a fuzzy plush toy. The black cat, which she has come to lovingly call Mimi, is beginning to freak her out. It had started out innocent enough. She had pretended that the stuffy was taking back to her, making those one sided conversations seem a little less lonesome. After a while though, the cat had proved to develop a personality all its own and it just wouldn't shut up.
"Mimi!" Tak yells out at the animal. "If you don't be quiet this instant, I will rip the stuffing right out of you!" She looks at the creature's beaded red eyes. It is almost as if the plush is taunting her.
"No! I'm not crazy. It's that homicidal freak that's insane. What was his name; oh right... Zim." Tak listens intently to the toy as it voices an opinion.
"He is not dragging me into his insanity, you are!" The doll is seen, unchanging, just sitting there upon the ground with its glassy cat eyes staring vacantly forward. "You're crazy and you want me to be too but I'm not going to let you get to me!" Tak glares at the stuffy for another moment before marching over to a table and retrieving a piece of paper and a pen. She quickly writes something down on the paper and folds it in half before walking over to the doll and tossing it in its general direction.
"I'm leaving, and I don't care where!" The cat remains unfazed. "Goodbye Mimi!" Tak yells as she slams the front door to her hut loudly. Silence overtakes the house.
Dib moans as the alien holding him brings the sack upside down, dropping him to a hard flooring. The Boy with the oversized head looks around while trying to right himself.
"Hey, where am I?" he asks as he notices the seemingly sterile environment for which he has been brought to.
"Our ship!" "Isn't it grand?" the two dull-witted aliens say.
"Yeeeeah..." Dib says as he brings himself to his feet. As the realization that he is on an alien ship comes to him, a floating panel comes and situates itself in front of him, revealing his internal organs on its screen.
"Aww, look! This one's missing his brain!" The Fred alien says while pointing at the screen.
"No... no that's his intestines he's missin'" Mary interjects.
"Wow! I'm really on an alien spaceship!" Dib suddenly takes out a concealed camera and begins flashing pictures with the annoying device.
"Foolish earth creature," the alien says, grabbing the camera away from Dib and turning to his comrade. "We'll have to work on this one quickly. Humans can't live long without their tonsil!" Dib quirks a brow while thinking there's something altogether not right about this alien duo.
"Yes! To the testing!"
Zim glares out his window at the nervous park squirrel.
"I hate you" he says flatly. Dirty Chickie looks on with an odd amusement.
"And why would that be Z?(Aah! Question sleep and then go into work for 13 hours straight! It's fun!!)" the devious chicken toy prods.
"Because, you are the embodiment of everything that is keeping me from what I need."
"And what do you need?"
"My sanity" Chickie laughs out right as if this were the most amusing thing he has ever encountered since seeing those two children pummel each other with the others' unattached limbs.
"You're the only one keeping yourself from that goal! I'm your path to sanity. Just succumb to your desires, they will do the rest."
"I'm not following anyone's orders but my own... not anymore." Zim glares at the squirrel as it meets his gaze, staring into his eyes with an unreadable cold expression. Then, as Zim watches, one of the squirrel's pupils suddenly shifts inward... a disturbing lazy eye effect. Zim exhales and forces himself up from his sitting position. He suddenly turns to face Dirty Chickie with a look of desperation on his face.
"I should be as unpredictable and cold as Mr. Scolex out there! I shouldn't be dealing with fookin' emotions!" Moments after the outburst, he lets his gaze fall to the floor. "They're a weakness... that must be eradicated. (at this point I am honestly regretting my decision I made way back on whether Mr. Scolex was going to be a germ or a squirrel ah well...)See that squirrel!" Zim points out the window again. Chickie looks and sees the squirrel, donning its dazed expression and looking around... It's wondering where its walnut went.
"You want to be like that greedy bastard... suit yourself..." Zim glares dangerously.
"Emotionless, Chickie... devoid of attachment... free."
"And you think a squirrel is the embodiment of this...apathy" Chickie chuckles.
(*I bitch at myself now* Z- "Just like Amanda Apathy which is a reference to one of the author of this story's projects that maybe might be seen in a comic one day if it ever gets accepted by a publisher and IF that author ever finishes it enough to get it into a submit able form which, from what I've seen, is highly unlikely to be any time soon!" *Do you see me glaring dangerously right here? And back to the actual story the way it is*)
Zim opens his mouth to respond, but can't seem to find the words so he does the pouty thing and shuts it while glaring.
"I'm going out for a walk!" Zim stomps to the door, taking a final glare at the happy meal toy before shutting the door quite loudly. (wow... Z and Tak's exits seem very similar... I shrug... Zim's being a pouty bitch and won't be original for me right now)
Zim walks down the street, taking a glance at his neighbor's house, for there, floating above it, is what appears to be a gargantuan llama... I kid you not... Zim, being aware of how truly sad that is, walks on. You know those walks that are taken for no particular reason where you just wander off and don't worry about where your going and eventually end up lost in the middle of nowhere where guys take girls when they want to 'you know, you know' and turn into complete idiots and run off the road and end up having their brains eaten by local wildlife? Well, he's taking one of those kinds of walks. (I've got an odd sort of writing style today huh?)
Eventually, this meandering does NOT lead him to that 'happy' place for some teen boys, but to a mall Zim previously didn't know existed. In the doorway is a largely man in a Santa suit. Zim had heard of the Christmas thing over the internet when he first arrived, but that wasn't supposed to happen until December... this is early November right? (the month where I shouldn't have left off)
Quirking a brow, Zim walks into the mall and looks around. This is not a very productive as only a few stores, Hot Topic and the Underground, seem to attract his attention. Also, the crowds this place draws are among the most perturbing on the planet. After his adventure in 'the mall', Zim decides to avoid it at all costs in the future.
Dib looks around hesitantly. At this point in time, there is a curtain rod duct taped to his arm and an empty juice box sitting merely inches from the remainder of the tape roll.
"Now that's enough fusing, I say we throw things at em."
"No, let's poke him with this stick!" Mary holds up a rather pointy looking stick.
"Eueah! Go on then, poke em." Mary pokes away as Fred goes to find a stick with which he can join in on the poking fun. Dib wants to cry for at this point they've applied a layer of tape over his mouth. After about thirty minutes of incessant poking, Fred finally stops, but Mary pokes on.
"Oh, I've got an idea!"
"What is it paw?" Mary exclaims, suddenly stopping in its poking.
"Let's throw things at his head!" Now at this point you must realize that that's a pretty big target indeed. With that said, a gopher is tossed at the boy, hitting him square in the middle of his oversized cranium.
CRB FUN!!!
"Saliva is the Mandate of my premeditated Gesticulations of Tertiary fondlers!" Robot Boy stands proudly upon his box, but this time he is not in a badly drawn park. He is in the court of the Crimson Cow.
"Moo?" states the sultanate steer.
"But I progress... further Is the significance of the Overfed Biceps! They are courtly testicles With Swollen Ivory! Swollen fuckin' Ivory I say! Do Not dispute the Cream Cheese! It is gooey cream cheese, filled with the Lipmeats of a trillion Megalomaniacal Ganglions!"
"Moo" the heifer doth say.
"Emancipation Reticulation Dingy Patron of the Tiki Grotto! Emulate the Egg crate; do so with Butter!"
"Moo" the cow says, but this time in a more perturbed manner.
"The Swiss fondle your Porcupine stingers of Bee less eyespots!" The robot gets in the cows face... "Beef is good with Tupperware asscream?"
"Moo moo moo... moo moo!" The cow king is mooing. A half-dozen gargantuan bulls come bustin' up in the bovine court and drag Crazy Robot Boy out by his little finger.
"My Chloroforms! Give me back my Xerox Polka Gook! I need it or I go Kablam!" At this moment Robot Boy does go kablam... and oh how kablammy. Let's just say... mushroom cloud and t-bone steaks.
BACK TO THE STORY I'M SUPPOSED TO BE FINISHING!!!
Time has passed, and with much time, much walking. This walking has led Zim to that little shady street on which Tak lives. Of course, it takes Zim a moment to realize where he randomly ended up, but the sight of Tak's hut is enough of a hint. Zim would have turned and walked straight home, but curiosity gets the best of him and he walks up to the doorstep for no reason other than to see if maybe Tak is home.
'Maybe she's not still mad' Zim thinks naively as he taps on the door. He waits a respectable amount of time without receiving a reaction of any sort from the house before trying the doorknob. That is a bust; it's locked. 'I hope she's okay.' Zim looks around for another means of entry which proves to be no difficulty. Around the side of her house, is a window that was left partially ajar. It has a stick blocking it from being opened to a certain degree, but those are so easily knocked out of place and Zim soon finds himself inside.
"Tak; are you here?" Zim wanders around for a moment and sees no signs of a hiding occupant so he goes to leave, but sees something out of the corner of his eye. Zim turns to see a folded piece of paper carelessly tossed to the ground. He goes over and picks the note up. It reads...
"I fucking hate you, you fucking glassy eyed thing! *at this point Zim has a confused look on his face* Fuck you and whatever it is your trying to do! I'm leaving and not coming back... and what's more, I left everything behind! So you can go fuck off to your plushy filled fantasy world! *another one of those 'what the fuck' looks from Zim* You'll never be seeing me again! ~Tak"
"Left everything... she's more insane than me!" Zim ponders over Tak's rant of lunacy, thinking he was the intended recipient. This soon leads to him realizing what left everything entails. "She left her ship." A devious grin comes across Zim's face as thoughts of hanging two particularly annoying Irkens on a long wooden pole. This is theft time right here... Zim runs up the stairs of Tak's base and makes his way to the area where her Cruiser is docked. The good thing about earth is that the days aren't particularly long and it is already beginning to get dark outside, making the perfect cover for him to pilot Tak's ship over to his own house.
There is a sense of elation in Zim's stride as he walks down the stairs of his house and into the living room where a confused Dirty Chickie Toy is perched atop the T.V.
"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" The demented chicken asks. Zim ignores the bird as he goes over to his desk and opens one of the drawers. Inside is a notepad that has previously been unused.
"Z?" (NOTSOSUBLIMINALMESSAGE!!!!) He ignores the fowl, opens the empty tablet to its first page, and begins to write:
"Dear diary thingy that I heard about on the television, hi. I've never written in one of these things before and this might be the last time I do this in a very long time. I just have to get my thoughts down on paper. Seems I can't even die right. Why the fuck I was sent back to this deteriorating life I think I will never know, but at least this time I don't have to paint the damn wall. Mooseboy and Pork are gone, but in their place is Dirty Chickie. He wants me to indulge myself. The flesh is weak; I don't want to give into such primitive desires. I shouldn't have to care so much. I should be as desensitized as the crazy park squirrel. Lately, it seems at though the only voice I'm not hearing is my own. That's why I have to get away. I'm taking Tak's ship and leaving everything else behind. Chickie, Tak, Dib... when and if I come back, I hope it will be under different circumstances. So goodbye, I guess, notepad, Diary..."
Zim looks over the pages he filled up for a moment before closing the pad and replacing it in the desk drawer.
"Now Z... don't do anything rash..." Dirty Chickie says. Zim grins and waves excitedly at the toy as he heads back upstairs.
"Zim... Zim!" The toy tries to yell after him, but he is already out of sight.
Dib is dropped off completely naked in front of his house with a new line of stitches on his back and the marks of pokey trauma evident. A not so subtle alien device, which turns out to be nothing more than a toaster is duct taped to his head. He hears the sound of what he is sure it jet engines and looks up into the sky, only to see an alien space craft leaving his next door neighbor's house...
Zim is, at this point, out of the earth's atmosphere and is on his way back. As much as he tries to contain his enthusiasm, he can't help but giggle. Soon this giggling gives way to a tumult of eccentric laughter. The camera *that's right... I control the camera angles too now* slowly pans back from its close up of Zim in his uproarious laughter and centers itself to the left of him. There in the dark shadows of the cruiser is a silhouette and two glowing red eyes.
THE ACTUAL END IS HERE!!!!
I'm DONE!! Yay! You can't imagine the tremendous burden that has just been released by me! I am so happy right now! This fic is FINALLY over! Are you all pacified? Good! *does a happy dance while you should be doing the review thing* I smile!
-Luv-
Lizzy733 8}