"Happy to aid you"
"Glad to be of service"
"Thank you for making a simple door happy"
"It is my pleasure to open and close for you"
Dib walked through the corridors of the Heart of Gold with a stunned look on his face. After some of the shock wore off, it melted into an avidly interested one, which in turn, became a bored one as he realized there really was nothing interesting about the many identical corridors found within this ship. He had gone through several stages since he'd arrived, the most memorable of which occurred seconds after entering his quarters. He'd felt something slither in his ear canal, and after a quick mental review of the day's events, he'd put two and two together and it went downhill from there.
He started by clawing at his ears, and screaming "It's in my brain! It's in my brain! IT'S IN MY BRAIN!!" This continued for quite some time, though what he hoped to accomplish by it is a mystery to us all. His panicked screams echoed through the Heart of Gold until someone, (probably Gaz,) sent a robot in to punch his head. After a brief unscheduled nap, (metal hands hit *hard,*) he came to the conclusion that screaming was perhaps not the best method of dealing with the current situation.
He leaned in close to a reflective screen and examined his ear (now very red and raw) carefully. After several minutes of painful tinkering, he managed to extract the leechlike Babel Fish, then hid from it on the other side of the room. When it was made quite clear that the fish had no plans leap up at Dib's face and attach itself to his eyeball, he ventured nearer. He examined the fish from all sides with great interest. It certainly didn't look like anything he'd ever seen on Earth. It was a very odd shade of yellow that hurt his eyes a little, and it wriggled in the weirdest way. After looking at it closely for a while, he did some minor experimentation. He held it about an inch away from his left ear, wincing as it wriggled. Suddenly, he heard what sounded like English, and dropped the fish in surprise. The talking stopped. He strained his ears, but all he could hear was the muttering in some alien language that accompanied the "soothing" music that was piped throughout the ship. (Try as they might, no one could shut it off.) He picked up the yellow fish and held it by his ear again. The voice slowly formed words he could understand.
He decided he'd tolerate it for now.
Presently, however, he was walking throughout the corridors with his ever-changing expression. He was also doing what you absolutely positively should not do when on a strange spacecraft of considerable destructive power whose inner workings you know nothing about and whose proper functioning decides whether or not you survive.
He was randomly pressing buttons.
He reached out and pressed an invitingly large red button on a nearby panel. A sign on the panel lit up, reading "Please do not press this button again." He did as the sign told him. He looked around and pressed another, a green one. The room was washed in red light and panicked-sounding sirens blared. He pressed it again and the sirens and lights stopped. He pressed a third button and a machine shot a stream of something that was almost, but not entirely unlike tea at him, and it was at that moment he decided to stop pressing buttons.
He walked to the end of the corridor when he heard two voices that were, in theory similar but in practice so radically different in tone that any similarity vanished. He peered around the corner to see Zim's freaky little robot, and ... um, that other one too. One was dancing in circles around the other, which didn't seem particularly happy about that. He listened:
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"
"Because I don't WANT to dance with your little moose toy."
"Aww, but Mr. Moosey loves you! Don't you love him too?"
"No."
"But he-"
"NO."
"I love you."
"And I hate you."
"Yay!"
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Yay!"
"Why don't you go play in the vaporizer?"
"I was! Then it starting making funny sounds, and it started smoking and caught fire! It was pretty."
The red-eyed robot sighed heavily. There was no need to do this, as it didn't even process oxygen, but it did so anyway.
"Mr. Moosey still wants to daaaaaaance..." Zim's robot said, squeaking a moose toy in the other robot's face.
The red-eyed robot grabbed the toy, threw it on the ground and stepped on it again and again, then walked away sullenly. Zim's robot started bouncing after it singing the word "Doom" over and over again. /How very odd./ Dib thought.
Just as he was about to follow them, a voice more familiar then his own called from behind him.
"Hey!" Zim said, "C'mon! We've reached Magratheia, and I'm not letting you have this ship to yourself. If there's any luck we'll lose you on the surface."
"Glad to be of service"
"Thank you for making a simple door happy"
"It is my pleasure to open and close for you"
Dib walked through the corridors of the Heart of Gold with a stunned look on his face. After some of the shock wore off, it melted into an avidly interested one, which in turn, became a bored one as he realized there really was nothing interesting about the many identical corridors found within this ship. He had gone through several stages since he'd arrived, the most memorable of which occurred seconds after entering his quarters. He'd felt something slither in his ear canal, and after a quick mental review of the day's events, he'd put two and two together and it went downhill from there.
He started by clawing at his ears, and screaming "It's in my brain! It's in my brain! IT'S IN MY BRAIN!!" This continued for quite some time, though what he hoped to accomplish by it is a mystery to us all. His panicked screams echoed through the Heart of Gold until someone, (probably Gaz,) sent a robot in to punch his head. After a brief unscheduled nap, (metal hands hit *hard,*) he came to the conclusion that screaming was perhaps not the best method of dealing with the current situation.
He leaned in close to a reflective screen and examined his ear (now very red and raw) carefully. After several minutes of painful tinkering, he managed to extract the leechlike Babel Fish, then hid from it on the other side of the room. When it was made quite clear that the fish had no plans leap up at Dib's face and attach itself to his eyeball, he ventured nearer. He examined the fish from all sides with great interest. It certainly didn't look like anything he'd ever seen on Earth. It was a very odd shade of yellow that hurt his eyes a little, and it wriggled in the weirdest way. After looking at it closely for a while, he did some minor experimentation. He held it about an inch away from his left ear, wincing as it wriggled. Suddenly, he heard what sounded like English, and dropped the fish in surprise. The talking stopped. He strained his ears, but all he could hear was the muttering in some alien language that accompanied the "soothing" music that was piped throughout the ship. (Try as they might, no one could shut it off.) He picked up the yellow fish and held it by his ear again. The voice slowly formed words he could understand.
He decided he'd tolerate it for now.
Presently, however, he was walking throughout the corridors with his ever-changing expression. He was also doing what you absolutely positively should not do when on a strange spacecraft of considerable destructive power whose inner workings you know nothing about and whose proper functioning decides whether or not you survive.
He was randomly pressing buttons.
He reached out and pressed an invitingly large red button on a nearby panel. A sign on the panel lit up, reading "Please do not press this button again." He did as the sign told him. He looked around and pressed another, a green one. The room was washed in red light and panicked-sounding sirens blared. He pressed it again and the sirens and lights stopped. He pressed a third button and a machine shot a stream of something that was almost, but not entirely unlike tea at him, and it was at that moment he decided to stop pressing buttons.
He walked to the end of the corridor when he heard two voices that were, in theory similar but in practice so radically different in tone that any similarity vanished. He peered around the corner to see Zim's freaky little robot, and ... um, that other one too. One was dancing in circles around the other, which didn't seem particularly happy about that. He listened:
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"
"Because I don't WANT to dance with your little moose toy."
"Aww, but Mr. Moosey loves you! Don't you love him too?"
"No."
"But he-"
"NO."
"I love you."
"And I hate you."
"Yay!"
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Yay!"
"Why don't you go play in the vaporizer?"
"I was! Then it starting making funny sounds, and it started smoking and caught fire! It was pretty."
The red-eyed robot sighed heavily. There was no need to do this, as it didn't even process oxygen, but it did so anyway.
"Mr. Moosey still wants to daaaaaaance..." Zim's robot said, squeaking a moose toy in the other robot's face.
The red-eyed robot grabbed the toy, threw it on the ground and stepped on it again and again, then walked away sullenly. Zim's robot started bouncing after it singing the word "Doom" over and over again. /How very odd./ Dib thought.
Just as he was about to follow them, a voice more familiar then his own called from behind him.
"Hey!" Zim said, "C'mon! We've reached Magratheia, and I'm not letting you have this ship to yourself. If there's any luck we'll lose you on the surface."