Gaz shoved the door open with one hand, carelessly letting it swing backwards and into her brother, who yelped slightly before shoving the door out of his way. Dib glared at his sister, already firmly planted on the couch fiddling with her slinky, for not being more sympathetic. I'm her brother! He thought plaintively, she should care if I get thrown into a sidewalk and…stuff. He sighed, but of course could say none of this to Gaz. If he did, she'd probably just throw a lamp at him and tell him to stop being stupid.
Dib decided to head up the stairs to his room, and get a head start on stopping Zim before even more blind members of his species bought that godforsaken liquid. How am I supposed to prepare against something when I don't know what I'm up against? He groaned and began pacing his room, when he remembered something. Aha! Hadn't Gaz bought the formula in order to get the slinky? He hurried from his room down the stairs.
"Gaz? Gaz!"
His sister, playing her gameslave somehow with one
hand and fiddling with the slinky in the other hand, twitched.
"WHAT, Dib?"
"You bought Zim's thingy, didn't
you?"
Gaz twitched. He was wasting her precious, precious time-wasting time.
"No."
Dib raised an eyebrow.
"Then where'd you get that slinky?" He asked, brow still raised.
Gaz shrugged absently. Couldn't he SEE that she was BUSY?
"Go AWAY, Dib."
Dib gulped. Naturally, he knew he was now treading in dangerous waters, having provoked
his sister. Nonetheless, he needed that
formula so he could reverse...uh...whatever it did. It obviously did something
horrible, after all, being hatched by Zim.
"Gaz, the fate of the world depends on you giving me that formula!"
"I don't believe you," Gaz said, voice eerily quiet, "now go away."
"But Gaz –"
Alas,
Dib had pushed his vengeful sister too far. With a snarl-like sound, she opened
one eye viciously and dove a hand into her pocket,
feeling around for something to throw at his very doomed self.
She threw the formula.
With a surprised cry of
glee and a "thanks Gaz!", Dib caught it and bolted
back upstairs before Gaz could realize what she'd done.
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Zim couldn't help but grin sadistically to himself as more and more of the despicable humans showed up, unwittingly but willingly handing themselves over to the horrible wrath of Zim. As Tak – horrible, revengeful Tak – had pointed out, humans had so adapted themselves to marketing schemes they wouldn't know world domination if it slapped them in the face, danced like Gir on a bad day and proclaimed "I'M AFTER WORLD DOMINATION!" And it amused him. The foolish earthlings had no idea what they were in store for.
As more and more humans showed up and more and more vials and slinkies switched owners, Zim wondered if perhaps this weight thing was rather important to the race. Perhaps, being a slim and trim human was in comparison like being a five-foot-tall Irken. The Almighty Thinnest..? He pondered this briefly, and then decided he didn't really care; it didn't matter if they gained more 'power' in society because of him, what did matter was that he inevitably gained complete control.
He briefly wondered why that large-headed Dib creature hadn't returned, along with his threats of autopsy and sweet victory. Insolent human, Zim's internal monologue snarled, even with such a large head he proves to be quite stupid. True, Dib was almost single-handedly – coupled with some technical errors and faults of Zim's own – the only reason Earth had yet to be dominated. True, Dib was the most intelligent specimen of his species Zim had yet to see. However, that failed to change the fact that Zim was certain Dib was surprisingly less intelligent than even the stupidest of Irkens.
A/N: Yeaaaah… I know, I know, that chapter wasn't funny. Eh, I question that it would even pass for mildly amusing. Anyway, any ideas/suggestions are welcome, as I've used up most of my favorite ideas already. o_o Reviews welcome! Tee, and thanks to SwEeTiNsAnItY for being my most constant reader/reviewer thing. XD