Chapter 1: Zim, the Hideous New Boy
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5 seconds later…..
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"Gir, we're here ! We're finally here !!"
"Yay !"
"Yes, yes, go celebrate, but first ! We need to set up camp !"
As Zim manoeuvred his ship as quietly as he could, he proceeded to repeat the process he took a while back, on another side of the world.
As usual, a few eyebrows were raised over the sudden appearing of a house out of nowhere. But, in the case of this conversation:
'Well… would you look at that, aye ?"
"That house wasn't there yesterday."
"Who gives a damn anyway ?"
Most people would mind their own business.
As Zim resided within his own house, he knew that a new disguise was needed.
"The people of this land have funny voices…"
"I can do a funny voice !"
Gir put on a moustache, a bowler hat, revealed a walking stick, and did his best impression of a stereotypical Brit. of days of old, with a stunning recreation of an old, English accent.
"I daresay ! Fancy tea in the evening ?"
"Not that funny Gir. I was expecting something else…
Anyway, my old disguise was lousy. But, this time…"
Zim revealed a pair of ears and a nose, both made of Irken plastic, and attached them to his face at the correct areas.
Gir, however, knew something was wrong.
"What about the skin colour ? Oh, and that Irken uniform…"
"Quiet ! This is my best disguise yet ! I shall try it out soon !
I must find another place, like the Skool I was at: there, I will study the enemy in THIS area !"
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Night time in London, and Edmund was in his bed, busy reading some comic, about a murderous man, that he extracted from the bag of a deviant student. Though morbid and grotesque, it did seem, rather, interesting.
Out of nowhere, an incessant noise broke his concentration.
"Who is this ?"
"Edmund, this is Principal Percival speaking…"
"Oh, Percy, it's you !"
"Yes Edmund ! Anyway, you have a new student…"
"Did you say a new student ?"
"Yes: a lad by the name of Zim…."
"I see: another young hopeless bastard that is going to join the ranks of this school, and will face the doomed world as it is. The sad joys of this world, I suppose."
"Anyway, he's coming in tomorrow, though his name is odd…"
"So, what if the name is odd ? I've heard of worse names for your bloody information."
"Well, he's coming to your class tomorrow."
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Far, far away, in another skool, and in a different time zone, another teacher was teaching the final lesson of the day, though one student was very suspicious.
"Say.. Has anyone seen Zim ?"
"Quiet Dib: I'm teaching a class of hopeless cases."
"But Zim has been missing for a week now."
"Fine: I shall allow you to interrupt my lesson, and, thus, prevent yourself and your fellow classmates from learning one more additional fact in life, thus causing you to be more prone to failing in life.
Zim has gone off Britain. Rejoice, now that you have wasted five seconds of your life."
Dib was in speechless.
Perhaps he had wasted five seconds of his life.
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As the school bell rung, all the young children rushed out, into the open, celebrating freedom for the rest of the day.
However, one particular student seemed, rather disturbed.
"I don't believe this…"
"What ?"
"He's gone."
Gaz didn't like the antics of her brother.
"Who's gone ?"
"Zim."
"I guess he got tired of being called an alien by you."
"That's not it ! I know it's not it ! He.. Well…"
"There."
"But, why Britain ?"
"Who cares ?"
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