**Bangs head repeatedly against refrigerator (which is right by the
computer) because "I'm still Jenny from the block" (or whatever it's
called) by JLO is stuck in her head. She listens to the radio too much**
Forgotten Disclaimer: Of course I own Invader Zim. JV doesn't, I do! **Winks and runs from JV**
Spooky: Hello, again! Yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and draw the piece of paper **draws piece of paper from bowl labeled "IZ characters"* Oh! Zim! YAY!
(Zim runs up on stage)
Zim: Fools. What do you call the almighty Zim for?
Spooky: Well, I was gonna give u a chance to kill B.U.M but if u don't wanna..
Zim: Of course I want to!
Spooky: **grins madly** YAY! Doomy death to that damn B.U.M people! Now, Zim, Please choose your weapon.
(Showcase pops up. In it are a giant Crunch bar, my math book, and a squirrel)
Zim: I do not wish to use those stinky, human-filth weapons.
Spooky: **very ticked off** THIS IS MY SHOW, AND YOU ARE GOING TO CHOOSE ON OF THOSE WEAPONS WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, MISTER!
Zim: **scared** Fine.I'll choose the squirrel.
Spooky: WHAT?!?!?! HOW DARE YOU PICK THE SQUIRREL?!?! (I'm a squirrel lover by the way). YOU SHALL CHOOSE MY MATH BOOK!
Zim: Um..okay.
Spooky: Great! Now please start your battle with the ugly BUM. Remember that these are the ones who helped your show get canceled.
Zim: What?!?! I had a show?
Spooky: No, of course not. NOW START THE FREACKIN BATTLE!!
(Once again the light focus on Zim and the bum (they don't deserve to be capitalized). Bum stand there, looking like the stupid people they are. Zim looks at my math book questionably. He thinks of a way to use it. He decides to just bang it against their sorry little heads. The bums don't make a sound; to dumb to realize that they are being beat to death. Zim *accidentally* tears my math book apart (YAY! NO MORE MATH FOR MOI!). Then he decides to grab the squirrel from the showcase.)
Spooky: WHAT?!?!?
(The battle continues, ignoring Spooky. Zim sets the squirrel loose, which is now rabid. The squirrel bites the bum until they bleed to death.)
Zim: I AM ZIM, THE ONE WHO KILLED THE BUM!!
Spooky: Yay, they're dead! **Runs around screaming this**
Zim's fangirls: **chase Zim (after all, he did kill them), doing the same thing Dib's fangirls did to him** **Zim calls GIR and they fly away**
Dib: **runs on stage** See, I told you he was an alien!
Spooky: Dib...**death glare** Zim is not an alien. Say that or I'll set me rabid squirrel loose on you. **Holds rabid squirrel up**
Dib: **realizing what he got himself into** Um, Zim is not an alien! Don't make me rabid! **Runs off set**
Spooky: Sorry if this story sucks, It's kinda 3 in the morning, and I'm too lazy to go get a coke. Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, remember in your review to tell me who to kill next. BTW, it doesn't have to be a nick show. It can be a pop singer for all I care. But if you say somebody I don't know, sorry!
R&R!
**Continues to bang head against refrigerator because that damn song is STILL stuck in her head**
I'm still; I'm still Jenny from the block. Used to have a little, now I have a lot..**faints**
A/N: I think that's how it goes.mostly the "Jenny" part is repeating in my head. **shivers and puts in her "Good Charlotte" CD**
Forgotten Disclaimer: Of course I own Invader Zim. JV doesn't, I do! **Winks and runs from JV**
Spooky: Hello, again! Yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and draw the piece of paper **draws piece of paper from bowl labeled "IZ characters"* Oh! Zim! YAY!
(Zim runs up on stage)
Zim: Fools. What do you call the almighty Zim for?
Spooky: Well, I was gonna give u a chance to kill B.U.M but if u don't wanna..
Zim: Of course I want to!
Spooky: **grins madly** YAY! Doomy death to that damn B.U.M people! Now, Zim, Please choose your weapon.
(Showcase pops up. In it are a giant Crunch bar, my math book, and a squirrel)
Zim: I do not wish to use those stinky, human-filth weapons.
Spooky: **very ticked off** THIS IS MY SHOW, AND YOU ARE GOING TO CHOOSE ON OF THOSE WEAPONS WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, MISTER!
Zim: **scared** Fine.I'll choose the squirrel.
Spooky: WHAT?!?!?! HOW DARE YOU PICK THE SQUIRREL?!?! (I'm a squirrel lover by the way). YOU SHALL CHOOSE MY MATH BOOK!
Zim: Um..okay.
Spooky: Great! Now please start your battle with the ugly BUM. Remember that these are the ones who helped your show get canceled.
Zim: What?!?! I had a show?
Spooky: No, of course not. NOW START THE FREACKIN BATTLE!!
(Once again the light focus on Zim and the bum (they don't deserve to be capitalized). Bum stand there, looking like the stupid people they are. Zim looks at my math book questionably. He thinks of a way to use it. He decides to just bang it against their sorry little heads. The bums don't make a sound; to dumb to realize that they are being beat to death. Zim *accidentally* tears my math book apart (YAY! NO MORE MATH FOR MOI!). Then he decides to grab the squirrel from the showcase.)
Spooky: WHAT?!?!?
(The battle continues, ignoring Spooky. Zim sets the squirrel loose, which is now rabid. The squirrel bites the bum until they bleed to death.)
Zim: I AM ZIM, THE ONE WHO KILLED THE BUM!!
Spooky: Yay, they're dead! **Runs around screaming this**
Zim's fangirls: **chase Zim (after all, he did kill them), doing the same thing Dib's fangirls did to him** **Zim calls GIR and they fly away**
Dib: **runs on stage** See, I told you he was an alien!
Spooky: Dib...**death glare** Zim is not an alien. Say that or I'll set me rabid squirrel loose on you. **Holds rabid squirrel up**
Dib: **realizing what he got himself into** Um, Zim is not an alien! Don't make me rabid! **Runs off set**
Spooky: Sorry if this story sucks, It's kinda 3 in the morning, and I'm too lazy to go get a coke. Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, remember in your review to tell me who to kill next. BTW, it doesn't have to be a nick show. It can be a pop singer for all I care. But if you say somebody I don't know, sorry!
R&R!
**Continues to bang head against refrigerator because that damn song is STILL stuck in her head**
I'm still; I'm still Jenny from the block. Used to have a little, now I have a lot..**faints**
A/N: I think that's how it goes.mostly the "Jenny" part is repeating in my head. **shivers and puts in her "Good Charlotte" CD**