Now you face the Lunchtime of Doom!!! I remember lunchtime... I also
remember the food. I wish I didn't remember the food... ah well... READ
ON!!
*START YOUR MEESES!*
It was now officially lunchtime and Zim followed along on the outskirts of the child herd. Upon entering the spacious foodening room, Zim paused, reading that the daily dose of poison would come in the flavor of Mayonnaise and Meatloaf.
"Do I..." Zim began to ask the passing Dib.
"No, you don't have to actually eat it."
"... good" Zim replied, making haste in getting his tray and taking a seat. This government approved Meatloaf smothered in Mayonnaise with a side of peas was not a taste bud tantalizing sight. Zim situated a healthy portion of the substance on his plastic spoon and aimed with military precision. (RANDOM NOTE OF NESS: the first time I ever got in trouble in school was for flicking peas!) Zim released his ammunition which sailed through the air with a slightly forward spin.
The gelatinous item dipped and came to a violent splatty halt. The fact that Zim's poor aim had caused it to only sail partially across the room and land between tables was now irrelevant for a child was screaming out a deadly phrase all know they will one day hear if frequenting cafeterias, but fear greatly...
"FOOD FIGHT!" Zim stared on like a deer caught in headlights as a hundred spoon wielding kids of varying ages targeted him. Thousands of food particles came careening his way and Zim ducked as quickly as his mind could process a reaction.
Alas, Zim's responses were merely average and he was broadsided by oddly sticky mayonnaise. A second reaction was to seek shelter under his table as the air filled with flying, government approved filth. Once safely concealed, Zim surveyed the scene.
"Ha! The filth, it's everywhere! If I, with my amazing speed, could not avoid the onslaught, Tak didn't have a chance!" Zim bit his upper lip as he continued to search the crowd. This is when Zim heard it...
Glaring through the crowds and flying food stuffs, Zim finally saw his horrible enemy standing safely at the room's entrance. This wouldn't have been so angering, if it wasn't for the laughing and pointing. That was the real perturbing force. Zim's spiteful thinking was interrupted by a resonating vibration.
Out stepped a largely woman into the unfriendly zone of food wars. I wouldn't describe her face as being covered in grotesque, hairy moles, rather I'd describe it as a mole. Her hair, though old and moldy, was loosely tucked into a hair net and the apron that somehow encircled her girth, was splattered with old stains from the pieces of various animal organs. She balled her chubby fists and slammed a heavy foot down before shrieking out in a grating voice.
"Stop Wasting the FOOD!" With the sheer utterance of this statement, everyone froze as the final few food chunks completed their journeys. What resulted was a massive burning of the entire affected area. The chemicals couldn't be allowed to get out. As for the students, they were forced into lavatories, to attempt cleansing before reentering class.
Luckily for Zim, most of the sticky substance known as mayonnaise had been removable, though there was still some residue. The classroom now stank of the putrid substance and even Ms Bitters seemed to despise the odor. Only Tak sat perfectly clean. She didn't seem to be in such high spirits thought. Zim deducted that the smell must be almost unbearable with her slightly heightened olfactory sense.
"You all smell!" the ancient teacher put it bluntly. "You will go outside for the remainder of class." One child's face contorted into a miserable, horrible face of shock.
"What about our essays?" came the worried individual.
"Due at the end of class!" Tak glanced to the window and back to her teacher.
"But won't we get wet?" she said warily.
"Yes, now go!" Zim perked at the idea. This was going to be good after all. Another herd was assembled and sent to the great, wet, cold, wet outdoors.
'Tak can no longer escape her doom! Once the water substance has thoroughly incapacitated her, I will steal the cure! '
"Ahahahahahaha!" Zim paused. The children were looking at him in that way again. The laughing slowed and subsided... Zim continued with the others outside.
"Arh, I can't believe this!" Zim exclaimed as he tried to write his report on a soggy and soiled sheet of paper.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Dib remarked casually, busy with a report of his own.
"Out of all the wetness out here, she had to find a place lacking in that very thing!" Zim glared... it wasn't fair. That abhorrent bitch! There was a bright side to all this. The mayo residue had worn off, perhaps due to the slight amount of acid in the rain. Several of the other children were also coming clean of their repugnant stench.
Tak stood near the door, under the overhang. This was a dry place. The cold front and increasing humidity wasn't seemingly bothering her. Zim pondered pushing her into the weather.
"At least she's not doing her report! Maybe the Bitters woman will punish her, gratuitously!"
"Zim, that's illegal."
"What?"
"It's illegal for school teachers to punish their students gratuitously."
"It is?" Zim suddenly rose from his sitting position on the ball court, nearly fifteen yards from the overhang and yelled out into the weather. "Curse you Tak!" Tak's response was to point and laugh.
"I can't Stand This!" Zim began pacing back and forth on the rain soaked concrete.
"And you know what else I can't stand? THIS!!!" Zim point an index finger to his saturated hair which was in his eyes. Dib hadn't gotten up, in fact he began to mull over how Zim had followed him to court and was now ranting.
'I wonder if he thinks I'm listening to everything he's saying...'Dib mused as Zim continued ranting on how much he hated all of humanity and water and squirrels. Dib had actually caught that last part and began to wonder... why squirrels?
"...And this thingy we must write! I hate IT!" Finally, Zim seemed to have run out of things to hate and had seated himself on the ground Indian style, resting his chin on his balled up fists and glaring daggers at Tak.
"Smirky fool..." Zim stated, all the enthusiasm for his cursings drained. Zim stayed like this for a while before promptly getting up and marching in Tak's direction.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Dib exclaimed, catching motion out the corner of his eye.
"Somethin'" Zim snapped as he raked a hand through his wet hair and did his best to look intimidating while trodding towards his enemy.
*END... I don't know who won the moose race...*
Musta been a photo finish cause I really don't know... ANYWAY, what the MOOCH is Zim going to do?
...
VIACOM owns the wonderful creation of Jhonen Vasquez which is Invader Zim. Go buy a JTHM trade...
*START YOUR MEESES!*
It was now officially lunchtime and Zim followed along on the outskirts of the child herd. Upon entering the spacious foodening room, Zim paused, reading that the daily dose of poison would come in the flavor of Mayonnaise and Meatloaf.
"Do I..." Zim began to ask the passing Dib.
"No, you don't have to actually eat it."
"... good" Zim replied, making haste in getting his tray and taking a seat. This government approved Meatloaf smothered in Mayonnaise with a side of peas was not a taste bud tantalizing sight. Zim situated a healthy portion of the substance on his plastic spoon and aimed with military precision. (RANDOM NOTE OF NESS: the first time I ever got in trouble in school was for flicking peas!) Zim released his ammunition which sailed through the air with a slightly forward spin.
The gelatinous item dipped and came to a violent splatty halt. The fact that Zim's poor aim had caused it to only sail partially across the room and land between tables was now irrelevant for a child was screaming out a deadly phrase all know they will one day hear if frequenting cafeterias, but fear greatly...
"FOOD FIGHT!" Zim stared on like a deer caught in headlights as a hundred spoon wielding kids of varying ages targeted him. Thousands of food particles came careening his way and Zim ducked as quickly as his mind could process a reaction.
Alas, Zim's responses were merely average and he was broadsided by oddly sticky mayonnaise. A second reaction was to seek shelter under his table as the air filled with flying, government approved filth. Once safely concealed, Zim surveyed the scene.
"Ha! The filth, it's everywhere! If I, with my amazing speed, could not avoid the onslaught, Tak didn't have a chance!" Zim bit his upper lip as he continued to search the crowd. This is when Zim heard it...
Glaring through the crowds and flying food stuffs, Zim finally saw his horrible enemy standing safely at the room's entrance. This wouldn't have been so angering, if it wasn't for the laughing and pointing. That was the real perturbing force. Zim's spiteful thinking was interrupted by a resonating vibration.
Out stepped a largely woman into the unfriendly zone of food wars. I wouldn't describe her face as being covered in grotesque, hairy moles, rather I'd describe it as a mole. Her hair, though old and moldy, was loosely tucked into a hair net and the apron that somehow encircled her girth, was splattered with old stains from the pieces of various animal organs. She balled her chubby fists and slammed a heavy foot down before shrieking out in a grating voice.
"Stop Wasting the FOOD!" With the sheer utterance of this statement, everyone froze as the final few food chunks completed their journeys. What resulted was a massive burning of the entire affected area. The chemicals couldn't be allowed to get out. As for the students, they were forced into lavatories, to attempt cleansing before reentering class.
Luckily for Zim, most of the sticky substance known as mayonnaise had been removable, though there was still some residue. The classroom now stank of the putrid substance and even Ms Bitters seemed to despise the odor. Only Tak sat perfectly clean. She didn't seem to be in such high spirits thought. Zim deducted that the smell must be almost unbearable with her slightly heightened olfactory sense.
"You all smell!" the ancient teacher put it bluntly. "You will go outside for the remainder of class." One child's face contorted into a miserable, horrible face of shock.
"What about our essays?" came the worried individual.
"Due at the end of class!" Tak glanced to the window and back to her teacher.
"But won't we get wet?" she said warily.
"Yes, now go!" Zim perked at the idea. This was going to be good after all. Another herd was assembled and sent to the great, wet, cold, wet outdoors.
'Tak can no longer escape her doom! Once the water substance has thoroughly incapacitated her, I will steal the cure! '
"Ahahahahahaha!" Zim paused. The children were looking at him in that way again. The laughing slowed and subsided... Zim continued with the others outside.
"Arh, I can't believe this!" Zim exclaimed as he tried to write his report on a soggy and soiled sheet of paper.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Dib remarked casually, busy with a report of his own.
"Out of all the wetness out here, she had to find a place lacking in that very thing!" Zim glared... it wasn't fair. That abhorrent bitch! There was a bright side to all this. The mayo residue had worn off, perhaps due to the slight amount of acid in the rain. Several of the other children were also coming clean of their repugnant stench.
Tak stood near the door, under the overhang. This was a dry place. The cold front and increasing humidity wasn't seemingly bothering her. Zim pondered pushing her into the weather.
"At least she's not doing her report! Maybe the Bitters woman will punish her, gratuitously!"
"Zim, that's illegal."
"What?"
"It's illegal for school teachers to punish their students gratuitously."
"It is?" Zim suddenly rose from his sitting position on the ball court, nearly fifteen yards from the overhang and yelled out into the weather. "Curse you Tak!" Tak's response was to point and laugh.
"I can't Stand This!" Zim began pacing back and forth on the rain soaked concrete.
"And you know what else I can't stand? THIS!!!" Zim point an index finger to his saturated hair which was in his eyes. Dib hadn't gotten up, in fact he began to mull over how Zim had followed him to court and was now ranting.
'I wonder if he thinks I'm listening to everything he's saying...'Dib mused as Zim continued ranting on how much he hated all of humanity and water and squirrels. Dib had actually caught that last part and began to wonder... why squirrels?
"...And this thingy we must write! I hate IT!" Finally, Zim seemed to have run out of things to hate and had seated himself on the ground Indian style, resting his chin on his balled up fists and glaring daggers at Tak.
"Smirky fool..." Zim stated, all the enthusiasm for his cursings drained. Zim stayed like this for a while before promptly getting up and marching in Tak's direction.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Dib exclaimed, catching motion out the corner of his eye.
"Somethin'" Zim snapped as he raked a hand through his wet hair and did his best to look intimidating while trodding towards his enemy.
*END... I don't know who won the moose race...*
Musta been a photo finish cause I really don't know... ANYWAY, what the MOOCH is Zim going to do?
...
VIACOM owns the wonderful creation of Jhonen Vasquez which is Invader Zim. Go buy a JTHM trade...