The Expression of the Stars
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Today's episode brought to by:
Mentos
Mentos, the fresh maker.
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Dedication: Sakata, and Lina Inverse
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Chapter 3:
Dib's Little Misadventure With the Fridge
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I yawned and looked at the screen. Just as Zim left to go to his laboratory, my show, 'Mysterious Mysteries 20XX' appeared on the many television screens. I giggled and wriggled my butt into the squishy mattress. It was old and it did smell funny from never being washed. But that was to be expected, since seeing Zim never used this room, and GIR always did. Not to mention the fact that the little SIR unit ate the strangest things and spilled most of his exotic and disgusting treats onto the fabric of the couch, and usually hid the mess with a pillow, or turning the cushion over. It sorta smelled like mints and Poop Cola...
~"We are sorry to inform you, our loyal paranormal investigative audience, that, today's second half of the show is canceled do to one of our main camera men getting into an accident with a Yeti. Please stand by and watch the alien head or just go out and entertain yourselves. Thank you, and we're sorry for the inconvenience"~
I growled and chucked a smelly pillow at the biggest screen in the middle. Why must fate always detour me from watching my favorite show. Though, most of the stuff they show is fake. I've proven them wrong on several occasions, but I managed to show them a lot of really good stuff. I sighed. Well, since fate was being a bitch, yet again, I might as well get something to eat.
I stood up, then I walked over to the refrigerator, and slowly pulled open. I nearly keeled over when the smell of really old stale yeast and baking soda hit my nostrils. I could also smell pickles mixed with raspberry yogurt. Augh, this must be GIR's fridge. Though you got to wonder. . . If GIR eats, how does he digest the stuff he eats, and wears does it go when he fills up and. . . I decided I didn't want to know the answer to that.
I slammed the door shut and waved my hands about, gasping for fresh air. Mind you, the only breathable air around was probably near the trash can, which was a lot more sanitary then the fridge. And that in it's self, was sad.
I scurried over to the open window and took deep breathes of wonderful polluted grimy air. My lungs weren't very happy with the transition, but my nostrils were more then willing to sacrifice a few years of my life in order to be comfortable. Besides, with my father's little secret life prolonging drugs, I was pretty sure I could last a while longer.
"BACON CHEESE PIE!!!!!!" I jumped nearly ten feet into the air, hearing GIR's tiny, yet alarming voice scream behind me. All he did was giggle, point and laugh at me. I hung my head and as my lungs had to, yet again, get used to breathing properly. I looked at the little robot who was sticking his tongue out and squinting his eyes, smiling like some retarded farm animal. I shuddered at what he was holding.
"GIR. . ." I asked, my voice a bit squeaky, and my stomach churning at the slimy greasy yellow thing he was holding.
"Yes?" The defective little robot answered, turned his head so that his face was almost completely upside down, his left eyes twitching as though he was going to snap at any moment. (But then again, he already had on several occasions.)
"What is that your holding. . . Dare I ask?" The scrap of metal screamed and jumped up and down a few times, then threw the sickly looking growth into the air.
"It's my lunch from last week I dropped behind the oven! I just found it now! Mesa gonna eat it now!" GIR happily babbled away, not talking to anyone in particular, then looked up in the air and continued, "I missed you yellow glowing radio active slime!" With that, GIR tilted his head back a bit more, opening his mouth wide, letting the awful substance to slip down his throat, and into his belly with sickening splash, then a crunch. He gurgled and giggled, then ran back up stairs.
"Ehehehehe! Booya! Mocha grades, aria!" I cringed, hearing a few crashes and then dead silence. How could Zim live with that annoying little stampeding robotic typhoon? After shaking off that thought, I yawned and stretched, looking at the revolving door Zim had to use now. I chuckled, I couldn't help it. He'd grown so tall since Skool. So tall he had to 'raise the roof'. I laughed at the mental joke, knowing it was very lame and very over used.
I thought about going down to the lab, but then again, Zim may be doing something he wouldn't want me to see. Shaking my head after a horrid scene flashed through my mind of what he might be doing. 'He could be wanking off. Very well could be, he doesn't get any chicks, nor does he show interest in companionship beyond the point of friendship. Ok, why am I a bit sad now?' I hung my head a bit, my stupid protruding lock of hair drooped in my face. You'd think since I'm seventeen now, and that all the new hair products out there, I could fix this problem. But no, my hair has to be difficult.
I looked back up, and at the wall. I saw a picture of Zim, me, Loki, GIR and Gaz standing outside of Bloatie's. I remember that. It was my seventeenth birthday. Wasn't very special, though Zim and Loki had pressured me into doing the most wildest things ever. A hell of a lot wilder then the galactic space battle of planets I had with Zim when I was eleven. They took me and Gaz out to the Horse Head nebula and we surfed, yes surfed on the waves of the nebula. I felt like the Silver Surfer, one of Loki's comic book characters. That was a great birthday. one of the best. But as Zim had said, or rather, muttered when he thought I wasn't listening, was;
~"Your next birthday will be a hell of a lot better if I manage to grow two more inches."~
Oh and had Zim ever grown into those words. By two feet instead of the inches he so desperately pleaded the Irken, and human gods for. I suppose the gods had had enough toying with him and decided to give the poor little. . . Well, not so little Irken a break. I closed my eyes, thinking of Zim. Him and I were so different, yet, exactly the same. I somewhat think he is the Irken carbon copy of myself. Only a little bit more out going. Though, now he is taller then me, though he stills says I'll grow taller, me being human and all. Yeah, all humans grow into the amazing 6'7" Mikeal Flordon, hit basketball player, lady killer and the blackest Africian-Americian around. That reminded me of something. Zim was the perfect kissing height. Wait. I did not just think of that. Did I? No, I must be malfunctioning as well, due to those highly toxic odors from the fridge.
"I must be going slightly mad. . ." I groaned when the radio began to play that exact same song by King. I slowly shuffled over to the kitchen table, and pulled out the strangest looking chair in the house. It looked like an egg chair from way back when in the sixties. I sat in it, and sank about a foot into the chair. Smiling with such comfort and glee, I shut my eyes and yawned. Slowly, my head tilted to the side and I fell into a peaceful, GIR destruction free sleep. I may have even drooled. . .
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Saphire: Yeay! I finished the shortest part of a story ever, considering most chapters in my stories are...30-40kb and not 9.8kb. (10-12 pages, but this is barely 3)
MMTPX: It's still good. Considering you made chapter 6, and 5 before hand.
Saphire: True. Well, that was Chapter 2. Yes I know it sucked, (short is more like it) but I need it in order to get going with the plot. Sorry it's a day late. I got side tracked reading Lina Inverse's FanFic, 'Sight' I loved it so much I drew a pic for it. Mwa! @_@ BTW, Thanks Lina!
Note2: Yes, I did refer to GIR as Vash the Stampede! \/\/007! Heee. Micheal Jordan is Mikeal Florden! Woot. The band Queen in now King! I'm a sad person. But I love Queen! You all suck if you hate them! We are, the youth of the nation! WAAAAAAAA! Oh yeah, I dissed myself! Lame and over used jokes are still funny, no matter what you think. *shakes her candy little ass at every one* Booya!
Fact: Oh, incase you wonder why I use 'Booya' a lot. . . Well, one of my friends Ran, a little Russian commie bot, is from Bob and George, which is where I met the 'Kenny' Of BNG! :P Kiss mah arse! I love you Ran! Oh, even made a shirt with his name across the chest. Aren't I naughty? Now when ever I laugh, my boobs jiggle and Ran feels it. Sorta. . . I. Am. So. Lame. ^_^;;
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Today's episode brought to by:
Mentos
Mentos, the fresh maker.
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Dedication: Sakata, and Lina Inverse
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Chapter 3:
Dib's Little Misadventure With the Fridge
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I yawned and looked at the screen. Just as Zim left to go to his laboratory, my show, 'Mysterious Mysteries 20XX' appeared on the many television screens. I giggled and wriggled my butt into the squishy mattress. It was old and it did smell funny from never being washed. But that was to be expected, since seeing Zim never used this room, and GIR always did. Not to mention the fact that the little SIR unit ate the strangest things and spilled most of his exotic and disgusting treats onto the fabric of the couch, and usually hid the mess with a pillow, or turning the cushion over. It sorta smelled like mints and Poop Cola...
~"We are sorry to inform you, our loyal paranormal investigative audience, that, today's second half of the show is canceled do to one of our main camera men getting into an accident with a Yeti. Please stand by and watch the alien head or just go out and entertain yourselves. Thank you, and we're sorry for the inconvenience"~
I growled and chucked a smelly pillow at the biggest screen in the middle. Why must fate always detour me from watching my favorite show. Though, most of the stuff they show is fake. I've proven them wrong on several occasions, but I managed to show them a lot of really good stuff. I sighed. Well, since fate was being a bitch, yet again, I might as well get something to eat.
I stood up, then I walked over to the refrigerator, and slowly pulled open. I nearly keeled over when the smell of really old stale yeast and baking soda hit my nostrils. I could also smell pickles mixed with raspberry yogurt. Augh, this must be GIR's fridge. Though you got to wonder. . . If GIR eats, how does he digest the stuff he eats, and wears does it go when he fills up and. . . I decided I didn't want to know the answer to that.
I slammed the door shut and waved my hands about, gasping for fresh air. Mind you, the only breathable air around was probably near the trash can, which was a lot more sanitary then the fridge. And that in it's self, was sad.
I scurried over to the open window and took deep breathes of wonderful polluted grimy air. My lungs weren't very happy with the transition, but my nostrils were more then willing to sacrifice a few years of my life in order to be comfortable. Besides, with my father's little secret life prolonging drugs, I was pretty sure I could last a while longer.
"BACON CHEESE PIE!!!!!!" I jumped nearly ten feet into the air, hearing GIR's tiny, yet alarming voice scream behind me. All he did was giggle, point and laugh at me. I hung my head and as my lungs had to, yet again, get used to breathing properly. I looked at the little robot who was sticking his tongue out and squinting his eyes, smiling like some retarded farm animal. I shuddered at what he was holding.
"GIR. . ." I asked, my voice a bit squeaky, and my stomach churning at the slimy greasy yellow thing he was holding.
"Yes?" The defective little robot answered, turned his head so that his face was almost completely upside down, his left eyes twitching as though he was going to snap at any moment. (But then again, he already had on several occasions.)
"What is that your holding. . . Dare I ask?" The scrap of metal screamed and jumped up and down a few times, then threw the sickly looking growth into the air.
"It's my lunch from last week I dropped behind the oven! I just found it now! Mesa gonna eat it now!" GIR happily babbled away, not talking to anyone in particular, then looked up in the air and continued, "I missed you yellow glowing radio active slime!" With that, GIR tilted his head back a bit more, opening his mouth wide, letting the awful substance to slip down his throat, and into his belly with sickening splash, then a crunch. He gurgled and giggled, then ran back up stairs.
"Ehehehehe! Booya! Mocha grades, aria!" I cringed, hearing a few crashes and then dead silence. How could Zim live with that annoying little stampeding robotic typhoon? After shaking off that thought, I yawned and stretched, looking at the revolving door Zim had to use now. I chuckled, I couldn't help it. He'd grown so tall since Skool. So tall he had to 'raise the roof'. I laughed at the mental joke, knowing it was very lame and very over used.
I thought about going down to the lab, but then again, Zim may be doing something he wouldn't want me to see. Shaking my head after a horrid scene flashed through my mind of what he might be doing. 'He could be wanking off. Very well could be, he doesn't get any chicks, nor does he show interest in companionship beyond the point of friendship. Ok, why am I a bit sad now?' I hung my head a bit, my stupid protruding lock of hair drooped in my face. You'd think since I'm seventeen now, and that all the new hair products out there, I could fix this problem. But no, my hair has to be difficult.
I looked back up, and at the wall. I saw a picture of Zim, me, Loki, GIR and Gaz standing outside of Bloatie's. I remember that. It was my seventeenth birthday. Wasn't very special, though Zim and Loki had pressured me into doing the most wildest things ever. A hell of a lot wilder then the galactic space battle of planets I had with Zim when I was eleven. They took me and Gaz out to the Horse Head nebula and we surfed, yes surfed on the waves of the nebula. I felt like the Silver Surfer, one of Loki's comic book characters. That was a great birthday. one of the best. But as Zim had said, or rather, muttered when he thought I wasn't listening, was;
~"Your next birthday will be a hell of a lot better if I manage to grow two more inches."~
Oh and had Zim ever grown into those words. By two feet instead of the inches he so desperately pleaded the Irken, and human gods for. I suppose the gods had had enough toying with him and decided to give the poor little. . . Well, not so little Irken a break. I closed my eyes, thinking of Zim. Him and I were so different, yet, exactly the same. I somewhat think he is the Irken carbon copy of myself. Only a little bit more out going. Though, now he is taller then me, though he stills says I'll grow taller, me being human and all. Yeah, all humans grow into the amazing 6'7" Mikeal Flordon, hit basketball player, lady killer and the blackest Africian-Americian around. That reminded me of something. Zim was the perfect kissing height. Wait. I did not just think of that. Did I? No, I must be malfunctioning as well, due to those highly toxic odors from the fridge.
"I must be going slightly mad. . ." I groaned when the radio began to play that exact same song by King. I slowly shuffled over to the kitchen table, and pulled out the strangest looking chair in the house. It looked like an egg chair from way back when in the sixties. I sat in it, and sank about a foot into the chair. Smiling with such comfort and glee, I shut my eyes and yawned. Slowly, my head tilted to the side and I fell into a peaceful, GIR destruction free sleep. I may have even drooled. . .
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Saphire: Yeay! I finished the shortest part of a story ever, considering most chapters in my stories are...30-40kb and not 9.8kb. (10-12 pages, but this is barely 3)
MMTPX: It's still good. Considering you made chapter 6, and 5 before hand.
Saphire: True. Well, that was Chapter 2. Yes I know it sucked, (short is more like it) but I need it in order to get going with the plot. Sorry it's a day late. I got side tracked reading Lina Inverse's FanFic, 'Sight' I loved it so much I drew a pic for it. Mwa! @_@ BTW, Thanks Lina!
Note2: Yes, I did refer to GIR as Vash the Stampede! \/\/007! Heee. Micheal Jordan is Mikeal Florden! Woot. The band Queen in now King! I'm a sad person. But I love Queen! You all suck if you hate them! We are, the youth of the nation! WAAAAAAAA! Oh yeah, I dissed myself! Lame and over used jokes are still funny, no matter what you think. *shakes her candy little ass at every one* Booya!
Fact: Oh, incase you wonder why I use 'Booya' a lot. . . Well, one of my friends Ran, a little Russian commie bot, is from Bob and George, which is where I met the 'Kenny' Of BNG! :P Kiss mah arse! I love you Ran! Oh, even made a shirt with his name across the chest. Aren't I naughty? Now when ever I laugh, my boobs jiggle and Ran feels it. Sorta. . . I. Am. So. Lame. ^_^;;