I'M BACK!!! But... author person, you ask, Where have you been?! Well, I've
been to Tampa, yes Tampa. ROADTRIP!!! 12 hours of continuous driving,
alone, then I drove back! I went all the way to Tampa, and guess what I did
besides exist? I watched adult swim... yup... that and some movie that I
can't remember the name of... and I ate a hot bagel. That's about it! It
rained on the way back. I like rain! But, the rain was so hard that I
couldn't see the exit that would take me to Hot Topic on the return trip,
so I didn't go. I said bleh. I had two hours of driving left before I would
be back at my abode. But, now I am! And I can UPDATE!! YAY!
Owneth NOT!
*PICKING UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF*
"So that's what this is all about!" Dib exclaimed, being the first to recover. "Tak wants revenge for what you did to her last time, and she's going to take over the world!"
"Arg! I Hate that... Mongoose Head! I'm going to do horrible things to her insides! Horrible!" Zim quite literally looked like he should be in some padded cell at that moment. Dib really couldn't make anything out of the squishy gestures Zim was making, but felt the alien was justified. Tak really did deserve all the hate she... well... deserved.
"We have to stop her." Dib stated seriously.
"And return me to my Irken... ness." Zim declared in the same serious nature Dib had adopted.
"No Zim. I already said I wasn't helping you. You're just as evil as she is... though, this is pretty bad on the evil scale and you're really kinda undeserving... but you'd still pick up where she left off when this is over and I won't help you do that." Zim stared, wondering how anything, human or not, could be so stubborn.
"Fine!" he demanded. "Then I won't help you save the world." Dib's eyes bulged from his large head.
"How can you say that?!" Dib snapped. He obviously felt very strongly about this. "Do you want to be a slave too?!" Zim tried not to wince. He had to admit, what Tak had planned was the ultimate slap to the face, but Dib was pissing him off. He couldn't work with someone like that. Zim had made up his mind then and there. He'd have to try and convince his computer to recognize him. He'd much rather attempt the impossible and get his specie status back.
"Goodbye Dib! If you won't help me, then I'll just have to help myself!" Zim slammed the front door to Dib's house with himself on the outside and began stalking his way homeward.
"Stupid Tak, stupid Dib!" Zim walked down the sidewalk, hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Stupid Squirrels!" he managed to yell at an innocent pedestrian squirrel as it inspected a nut at the base of its tree. The creature looked at him lopsided. Zim walked on unperturbed.
"The computer will have to recognize me! I am amazing and only Zim is amazing. Except that one time when it didn't recognize me, but that was different. I was becoming meat. Now I'm... something that's probably even harder to convince it that I am not, but I will prevail! I must... I must..." By this time, Zim was staring at his walkway, and turned onto it. The gnomes lit up like Christmas. What pretty red colors, well... if you weren't the one being targeted. Zim looked at them uneasily. At least he had changed their programming to where they only shot Dib on sight.
Making it to the door, Zim had already thought of the perfect way to gain entry to the top level of his abode. The door was locked, he noted, so he rang the doorbell and waited. After a few seconds the door was opened.
"Gir I have tacos" he stated as he walked past the robot, decked out in doggy guise. The mere utterance of the word tacos was enough to make his second line of defense quite literally welcome him with open arms.
"You!" the robot squealed. "I rememberded you!" Gir quickly latched onto the boy's leg.
"Yes," Zim stated, "but you have No Idea that I am your Remarkable master Zim do you?" The robot continued to hug his leg as if not even hearing his utterance.
"Gir, do you know Who I am?" Zim tried again.
"You're this leettle human boy, but you don't have a big head and you were on the stairs then you weren't and then I huggded you and then... then... where are my tacos?"
"Gir something Horrible has happened to me! For I am Zim. Did you hear me? I'm Zim." Gir looked up to him for a moment.
"Master?"
"Yes Gir, your master."
"He's not in right now." Zim sighed.
"No, I am your master! Mee!"
"You Zim?"
"Yes."
"You not Zim!"
"Oh but I am..."
"Master all green, like celery! You no celery." Gir was, at this point, pointing.
"My name is Zim, Gir. I am Zim. I am your Master. You are my slave bot. Tak did this to me and now not only does she want my job, but she wants me to be a slave like one of those horrible humans!"
"You'sa human."
"But only because of Tak!"
"You're Zim?" Zim gave up, but still put in a final nod, hoping it would do him some good.
"Yay! Master come hoome!" Gir immediately tackled Zim to the ground who was now attempting to get over the shock of Gir figuring something out. Zim leaned up with a heh.
"Where are my tacos?"
"You will get your tacos Gir, but only when I am back to my old self!" Zim exclaimed as he stood, causing Gir to fall to the floor.
"Old what?"
"Self"
"Oh"
"Computer! Speak to Zim!" This utterance was followed by silence.
"I demand you speak to your master!" ...
"Computer!"
"What?! I don't even know you, and I don't know how you got into the house level, but if you want to stay there then leave me alone."
"But... I am Zim! I know there's no real way to tell that right now, but I assure you I am Zim."... Angry with waiting, Zim stamped his foot.
"Computer! I demand you allow me entrance to the lab! I must develop a cure!" Zim paused as he heard a whirring of gadgets, and before he could react was picked up by a large robotic arm coming from the ceiling.
Zim struggled, but was forcefully ejected from the house, landing face first on the concrete. That hurt a lot. Gir walked out to where he lay and waited as he weakly got up.
"Where are my tacos?"
"Yeah Gir, let's go get tacos and when I'm back to my Old Self again, remind me to Erase the House computer's Brain!" Zim dusted himself off, and with his leftover dignity, marched the rest of the way to the sidewalk, slowly being followed by four pair of glowing optics and a robot in a green dog suit.
*LEAVING OFF HERE BACAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME*
Well, that's your cut and paste for this chapter! I'd say you're about a third of the way through the written part by now... there's SO much MOOOORE...
The moose wants you to shave his head!
... don't ask me; how am I supposed to know why?
Look, he just told me to tell you that! I don't know why, I'm just a compliant Mooch! What more do you expect from me, sheesh!
If you have a problem with it, inform the moose! I will not be your arbitrator of doom meats!
... I really need some earl grey right about now...
*FALLS UNCONSCIOUS*
Owneth NOT!
*PICKING UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF*
"So that's what this is all about!" Dib exclaimed, being the first to recover. "Tak wants revenge for what you did to her last time, and she's going to take over the world!"
"Arg! I Hate that... Mongoose Head! I'm going to do horrible things to her insides! Horrible!" Zim quite literally looked like he should be in some padded cell at that moment. Dib really couldn't make anything out of the squishy gestures Zim was making, but felt the alien was justified. Tak really did deserve all the hate she... well... deserved.
"We have to stop her." Dib stated seriously.
"And return me to my Irken... ness." Zim declared in the same serious nature Dib had adopted.
"No Zim. I already said I wasn't helping you. You're just as evil as she is... though, this is pretty bad on the evil scale and you're really kinda undeserving... but you'd still pick up where she left off when this is over and I won't help you do that." Zim stared, wondering how anything, human or not, could be so stubborn.
"Fine!" he demanded. "Then I won't help you save the world." Dib's eyes bulged from his large head.
"How can you say that?!" Dib snapped. He obviously felt very strongly about this. "Do you want to be a slave too?!" Zim tried not to wince. He had to admit, what Tak had planned was the ultimate slap to the face, but Dib was pissing him off. He couldn't work with someone like that. Zim had made up his mind then and there. He'd have to try and convince his computer to recognize him. He'd much rather attempt the impossible and get his specie status back.
"Goodbye Dib! If you won't help me, then I'll just have to help myself!" Zim slammed the front door to Dib's house with himself on the outside and began stalking his way homeward.
"Stupid Tak, stupid Dib!" Zim walked down the sidewalk, hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Stupid Squirrels!" he managed to yell at an innocent pedestrian squirrel as it inspected a nut at the base of its tree. The creature looked at him lopsided. Zim walked on unperturbed.
"The computer will have to recognize me! I am amazing and only Zim is amazing. Except that one time when it didn't recognize me, but that was different. I was becoming meat. Now I'm... something that's probably even harder to convince it that I am not, but I will prevail! I must... I must..." By this time, Zim was staring at his walkway, and turned onto it. The gnomes lit up like Christmas. What pretty red colors, well... if you weren't the one being targeted. Zim looked at them uneasily. At least he had changed their programming to where they only shot Dib on sight.
Making it to the door, Zim had already thought of the perfect way to gain entry to the top level of his abode. The door was locked, he noted, so he rang the doorbell and waited. After a few seconds the door was opened.
"Gir I have tacos" he stated as he walked past the robot, decked out in doggy guise. The mere utterance of the word tacos was enough to make his second line of defense quite literally welcome him with open arms.
"You!" the robot squealed. "I rememberded you!" Gir quickly latched onto the boy's leg.
"Yes," Zim stated, "but you have No Idea that I am your Remarkable master Zim do you?" The robot continued to hug his leg as if not even hearing his utterance.
"Gir, do you know Who I am?" Zim tried again.
"You're this leettle human boy, but you don't have a big head and you were on the stairs then you weren't and then I huggded you and then... then... where are my tacos?"
"Gir something Horrible has happened to me! For I am Zim. Did you hear me? I'm Zim." Gir looked up to him for a moment.
"Master?"
"Yes Gir, your master."
"He's not in right now." Zim sighed.
"No, I am your master! Mee!"
"You Zim?"
"Yes."
"You not Zim!"
"Oh but I am..."
"Master all green, like celery! You no celery." Gir was, at this point, pointing.
"My name is Zim, Gir. I am Zim. I am your Master. You are my slave bot. Tak did this to me and now not only does she want my job, but she wants me to be a slave like one of those horrible humans!"
"You'sa human."
"But only because of Tak!"
"You're Zim?" Zim gave up, but still put in a final nod, hoping it would do him some good.
"Yay! Master come hoome!" Gir immediately tackled Zim to the ground who was now attempting to get over the shock of Gir figuring something out. Zim leaned up with a heh.
"Where are my tacos?"
"You will get your tacos Gir, but only when I am back to my old self!" Zim exclaimed as he stood, causing Gir to fall to the floor.
"Old what?"
"Self"
"Oh"
"Computer! Speak to Zim!" This utterance was followed by silence.
"I demand you speak to your master!" ...
"Computer!"
"What?! I don't even know you, and I don't know how you got into the house level, but if you want to stay there then leave me alone."
"But... I am Zim! I know there's no real way to tell that right now, but I assure you I am Zim."... Angry with waiting, Zim stamped his foot.
"Computer! I demand you allow me entrance to the lab! I must develop a cure!" Zim paused as he heard a whirring of gadgets, and before he could react was picked up by a large robotic arm coming from the ceiling.
Zim struggled, but was forcefully ejected from the house, landing face first on the concrete. That hurt a lot. Gir walked out to where he lay and waited as he weakly got up.
"Where are my tacos?"
"Yeah Gir, let's go get tacos and when I'm back to my Old Self again, remind me to Erase the House computer's Brain!" Zim dusted himself off, and with his leftover dignity, marched the rest of the way to the sidewalk, slowly being followed by four pair of glowing optics and a robot in a green dog suit.
*LEAVING OFF HERE BACAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME*
Well, that's your cut and paste for this chapter! I'd say you're about a third of the way through the written part by now... there's SO much MOOOORE...
The moose wants you to shave his head!
... don't ask me; how am I supposed to know why?
Look, he just told me to tell you that! I don't know why, I'm just a compliant Mooch! What more do you expect from me, sheesh!
If you have a problem with it, inform the moose! I will not be your arbitrator of doom meats!
... I really need some earl grey right about now...
*FALLS UNCONSCIOUS*