Author's Note: This chapter is shorter than the first. Writer's block. Feh. I need ideas...

Disclaimer: I still don't own any of these people.

I drummed my fingers on my desk, grinding teeth together anxiously. After today's conflict, I felt energetic, lacking a normal desire to try and convince the oblivious masses. No, I would sit here, and monitor my little camera whilst working on my latest plan. Smug grin I had worn only hours ago had melted away to bare grimace. There had been no activity at all, and it was not pleasing.

Giving an angry grunt, I minimized the camera feed, and started running swift gaze over schematics for a weapon. It was nice, but only in mere development stages, and not really worth my time at the moment. I was too busy thinking about my confrontation. Why hadn't he retorted? Why in all the world did he let ME win?

I rose, mumbling slightly to myself, when an idea, or, perhaps some twisted truth, hit me. He was planning something. Of course! I yelled at myself, Why didn't I think of it before? He must be planning something, something important. Spinning quickly, I sat myself in front of the monitor again, pulling up the camera feed.

My intuition was right. There he was, working on something. I'm sure I cursed at myself for not having the hind-sight to think about placing the camera somewhere strategic, other than in his lab. Typing in quick key-strokes, I managed to get the camera to zoom in a bit more, making Zim's back slightly larger, though it gave me nothing on what he was working on. A frown played across my face as I leaned in.

"Damnit." I cursed audibly at Zim, "Move…" Yet again he disobeyed me, leaving me aggravated. He knew how to press my buttons unconsciously, as if he has some ability to sense every time I watched him.

Silently I prayed, hoping that the insane little robot would run in and cause Zim to move from his place, yet such desires were left unfulfilled. Rage welled in me, and I grasped the nearest object, a small book, and flung it at the wall. Its weak thud missed me ears, yet did not miss the ears of those about. After a quick reprimand from Gaz, who at the moment was walking by my door, I continued.

How long was he going to stand there? I questioned, before deciding that it would be far better to set the camera on record, and get to working on MY plan. And a brilliant plan it was indeed, I reaffirmed myself, Just brilliant.

You see, I don't need large, flashy things to get the job done. I need brute force. Power in its most raw form, and I was working on the schematics of the ultimate weapon. It'd be an energy based one, able to be carried by someone with the stature of me without having to be worried about a kick from it. Unlimited ammo as long as the power core was charged. Sleek, simple, and powerful. My ideal weapon.

It wasn't the brightest idea, I must admit, making a weapon, but the lure of it was just too much for me to bare. It would render everything else useless, and whoever had it would have power. I would have power. If no one would listen to me, I'd force them to listen. I was being driven by the very idea that it would make everyone believe me. I had no thoughts of the capabilities of the weapon at the time though. I had no idea what I could do with it, nor had the idea that I could use it against Zim. Such thoughts were below, or beyond me. Dib needed no such thoughts, or… so I thought.

Before I could do anymore real work on the weapon, I was distracted by the brilliant orange flashing of three words. Video feed cut. I swore I shook with rage at the very idea he had found my cleverly hidden camera, and that I may not have gotten anything from the recordings. Curse him.

But I would not be daunted by that. Grabbing a small bag, and tossing a filled squirt gun in, I felt the need for some simplistic revenge. I quickly passed through my home, then darted up the streets towards Zim's house. I could feel myself grinning.

I stood before the horrific monstrosity of bad taste, plastic gun held firmly in left hand. Mechanic gnomes on the front yard cast their red gaze on me, and I grinned at them. Come to me, I beckoned, Force my hand, try to hurt me. I dare you. They didn't move at my mental thoughts, and I was left with a macabre grin.

Calmly I waltzed into the yard, purposely ignorant of the red gazes still upon me. Why should I care about pathetic little machines? They for once, didn't bother me, and I was left on my way, tapping lightly on the door.

"Whooooooooooooooooo isssss eeeeet?" Came the high-pitched squeal that belonged none other than Gir.

Giving a grunt as a reply, Gir pulled open the door, saying nothing, too engrossed with drinking some sort of slushie. As soon as he laid gaze upon me, he let out an idiotic scream, followed by a massive yell of "Dibbah!"

Scowling at the bot, I gave a firm kick at it, which really did nothing, since it seemed he had already taken liberty to attach himself to my leg like a child. "Zi-im…" I called out, stepping into his base. "Ziiiii-im…"

"Masta's not home right now!"

"Shut up." I barked at him. Sniveling little thing, I was certain it was lying to me, just like everyone else; but the idea of Zim being away was a good one for me. It gave me a brief period of time to gaze at what he had been working on. I leapt at the idea.

Slinking down to his lab, I looked around again, nodding at where my camera had been removed. Gir was still clinging to my leg, every so often asking 'Whatcha doooin'?' only to get a grunt as a reply. I was in no mood to talk to the broken thing, and its current idiocy bothered me to no ends. Perhaps I thought about quickly destroying it while in Zim's base, leaving it as a gift, but I pushed away the thoughts. I'd do that later, I told myself. Later.

I ran my hand along the Voot cruiser as I passed it, marveling only briefly at its design, before scowling and spitting at it. Filthy, I sneered, Nothing more than grime and scum. I stopped at the table where Zim had been working earlier, to find scraps of metal, and a pushed out schematic. Whatever it was, it was mine now, and I doubted Zim had made a second one just in case I came along.

Cramming it in my sack quickly, I darted back for the elevator up. I'd make a smooth escape with Gir being the only witness. Hopefully, I thought to myself, He'll forget by the time Zim gets home. As I reached the mock-living room, I looked about for a second, then headed out.

"Wheeeeeeere ya goin'?" Gir asked after unlatching himself from my leg.

"… Why do you care?" A cold response on my behalf.

"I dunno." Good. As long as he didn't care, I wasn't bothered.

Though, my plans for a swift retreat were halted by the fact Zim stood in the yard before me. I cursed at myself for being too slow, knowing I could have avoided him by mere minutes if I hadn't have stopped to look at the space craft. Hefting my squirt gun, and aiming at Zim, I smirked.

"So there you are."

"Eh?" Was the returned response, which riled me into speaking again instead of reigning watery pain upon his head.

"Fool. Are you that pathetic to not notice that I was looking for you?"

He seemed to flinch, "Eh. I noticed."

Idiot. Pathetic, weak idiot. He just couldn't have said something satisfying. He had to go on being oblivious. Face contorting into brief anger, I simply squirted him in his face, making me laugh at his pain. The very fact that he was now sprawled across the ground made me chuckle, and the fact he was felled by a stream of water was even more rewarding. I loved every second.

Giving a slight sigh, I walked towards him, giving a firm kick to the stomach before I left. "Goodbye Zi-im!" This round came out with me as the winner, and I was pleased. I now had the upper hand, unbeknownst to both me and Zim.