And here we are with another chapter of stuffs. I'm all excited over the
fact that I have cable internet access for the week, but I'm rambling about
things that mean nothing to the story so... read on. -I own not-
*Start it Already!*
Tak watched Zim's approach: squish, squish, slip, thud, squish, squish... The cool expression on her face only fueled his rage. Tak didn't intend to abandon her position, leaning against one of the double doors. Zim came under the walkway and, once again, did something about the hair in his face.
"Well hello, Tak!" Zim seethed as he positioned himself for his ingenious plan.
"Hello Zim," she stated boredly. "What do you want?"
"You know perfectly well what I aaahAAH!!" That last part was Zim's unexpectedness. For, at the very moment he had planned to send Tak to her rainy doom, the other door had swung open. Zim was not only hit by this door, but knocked out of the doorway completely, causing him to land in a puddle of mud.
The opener of the door had been their teacher, Ms Bitters.
"Inside!" she bellowed to the sodden children. "Seeing as the stench has been removed, you will be removed from this potentially enjoyable experience."
Tak made for the door, pausing to point and laugh at Zim a final time.
Dib walked into the classroom, placing Zim's rain soaked paper on his desk before going to his own. Call it an act of niceness, Dib just didn't want to witness Zim's mental breakdown when he returned to class realizing he'd forgotten that paper. Zim can get really loud...
Zim stomped in moments after Dib, leaving mud trails behind... He angrily sat at his seat, not seeming to care about the hair in his face, or the giggling children who, though no less saturated, found comedy in Zim's being covered with mud.
"Now, class will be over in five minutes! Your papers are due!" as the virtual dinosaur made her way around the class, she took the soaked papers in.
'Tak doesn't have a paper' Zim's mind suddenly sparked. The teacher had long since passed his desk and received his essay. He now waited for it to be Tak's turn. It was, and she brought up a perfectly dry sheet to hand in. Zim seethed.
Dib turned around and glared at Tak. He knew she and Zim had been making odd exchanges all day, but had thought it safe to not get involved. It was easier to listen for secret plan unveilings, a topic all Irkens seemed over enthused to talk about.
"If any of you make Any sound before the ringing of that bell, I will make sure you suffer horribly" Ms Bitters croaked.
Tak seemingly found this perfect gloating time and revealed the syringe she had carefully concealed in her Pak. Zim's eyes followed the movement of the precious item. Tak then made threatening gestures as if to stab Dib with it. This made Zim visibly wince.
Dib wondered what Tak was doing... Zim was making some very odd faces. As inquisitive as the boy was, he couldn't help but look back, seeing the syringe Tak was now sliding a nail across. Dib reacted quickly, reaching out to grab the item while still maintaining silence.
It was kinda amusing to see Dib, Tak's boot in his face, arms flailing up and down mere inches from her face as she held the syringe in her right hand and glared at Zim, this is if you weren't on the receiving end of that glare. Zim's left eye twitched slightly.
Suddenly, the skool bell found the appropriate amount of time had lapsed and rang. Tak kicked Dib away, while replacing the cure in her Pak and getting up to leave. Dib winced and got up. He'd tried... he didn't know why, but he had tried.
Upon exiting the building, he saw Tak leaving in her private jet, somehow avoiding the rain that still fell. Zim hadn't been watching this for Dib saw him up ahead, walking away from the skool.
"Hey, where are you going?" Dib asked, making an attempt to catch up.
"Home. Maybe I can convince the computer I'm one of Gir's plush monkeys." Zim stated blandly.
"But won't you get incinerated?"
"Probably..."
"Wait! Why don't we go after Tak?"
"The incineration thing won't hurt."
"How many people have lived to tell you it won't hurt?" Zim paused.
"Eh, that Is a good point."
"Look, if we work together, we can defeat Tak! ... You'll get your cure and the world will be safe! It's a compromise..." Zim paused and pondered.
"You do have a point there..." Zim pivoted and returned to his walking.
"Where are you going now?!"
"We'll need lasers if we're going to attack Tak!"
"But your computer... You'll never get in!"
"Yes I will..."
"You'll need a distraction."
Gir was sitting on the couch, immersing himself in an episode of Happy Tree Friends when he heard a rustling outdoors. He feigned a look of seriousness and hopped off the couch. Gir then looked out the window to see Dib, hopping up and down in the gnome field. It looked odd.
Suddenly, the front door burst open only to be immediately slammed shut. Zim, very much panting, now leaned against the barrier. Gir made noises of joy as mechanical hands came down from the ceiling. Zim screamed and ran for the kitchen, Gir followed for bliss. Zim only glanced back at the arm once, before leaping into the garbage bin, Gir hanging from his coattails. Zim found himself doing a horrible little roll out of the tubing, Gir tumbling much further, hitting a nearby wall. Zim was to his feet immediately, scouring for weapons as red lights flashed throughout the area.
Gir curled himself off the wall and watched as Zim scrambled around the area.
"This ought to be enough!" he paused and exclaimed, though there was no one around. Lasers fired around Zim and he immediately began search for an exit point. It didn't take long for him to make it to the ground level, popping up from under the sofa. Zim dashed for the door, weaponry in hand. He opened it, made his first leap to the outdoors, and was nabbed... by a robotic arm. A shrill electric shock made Zim drop all his tools as the arm tossed him from the house.
Zim rolled and inevitably landed on his back at the end of the walk, where Dib had been hiding behind the gate.
"That didn't go so well." Zim winced and leaned up, looking back at the house... door still open and lasers sitting just outside the threshold. A quartet of gnomes glowed an eerie red as they stared at the two. Gir looked out at them from the doorway.
"Gir," Zim ordered. "Bring the lasers to me..." Gir stared.
"Nuuh!"
"Gir, just bring those things in front of you here." Gir pointed; Zim nodded. Gir made an attempt to pick up the small load and succeeded.
"Good Gir, now bring them here." Gir, with weapons, stared.
"Nuuh!"
"Gir! Bring Now!!"
"You have to say pleeeaaase!"
"Fine, Please, bring the lasers to Zim!"
"Huh?"
"The lasers, Pleeze bring them here!" Gir giggled, but finally complied, running down the sidewalk.
Gir was caught off guard when he slipped and fell forward, dropping his cargo. One of the lasers went off, shooting inches above Zim's head. Zim ducked as a response and then growled at his robot.
"Come on!" Gir snickered as he went about picking them up again. This time, he was able to make it to Zim without incident.
"Gee Zim, are you're exchanges with that robot always... this... way?"
"No! Gir is a great henchman. Like he never runs off..." Zim needed to take the time to look around for his henchman, because Gir had already made it across the street and was chasing a neighborhood cat.
"Is that why he's way over there?" Zim looked beyond Dib, to his neighbor's yard.
"Gir!" The robot turned, cat tail hanging from his mouth.
"Get over here!" With a disgusting sound, he removed the feline, setting it on the ground. The wet, confused creature blinked. Gir smiled and hopped across the street towards Zim, tackling him to the ground once in range.
"Tha human came back!" he squealed as Zim stood. Gir remained on his master's waist. Zim looked down at the bot and tried to pry him off.
"No Gir," he struggled. "Your master that is Me has returned." Finally, he was free of the slavebot. Gir looked up at Zim with the eyes of that dog suit as if someone had stolen his couch.
"Master gone away... Why won't master come home?" Zim gave an empathetic look and, remembering the verbal battle of before, decided Gir was never going to understand completely.
"Zim, you're robot's dumb..." Dib stated.
"No he's not! He's Advanced!" Zim retaliated.
"No... He's special, as in slow."
"Advanced! The Tallest told me so and they would never lie..."
"Maybe they would, because that thing is definitely Not advanced." Zim glare at his bot and then darkly at the Dib.
"I'm going to end this train of thought right now... Come! We must plot!" Zim snapped, index finger raised.
*k... no more for now...*
And there you have it... my site's been on the blink for the past few days due to a weak attempt at trying to get more bandwidth, but is now back up. -continues her search for a better server- Shooming now.
*Start it Already!*
Tak watched Zim's approach: squish, squish, slip, thud, squish, squish... The cool expression on her face only fueled his rage. Tak didn't intend to abandon her position, leaning against one of the double doors. Zim came under the walkway and, once again, did something about the hair in his face.
"Well hello, Tak!" Zim seethed as he positioned himself for his ingenious plan.
"Hello Zim," she stated boredly. "What do you want?"
"You know perfectly well what I aaahAAH!!" That last part was Zim's unexpectedness. For, at the very moment he had planned to send Tak to her rainy doom, the other door had swung open. Zim was not only hit by this door, but knocked out of the doorway completely, causing him to land in a puddle of mud.
The opener of the door had been their teacher, Ms Bitters.
"Inside!" she bellowed to the sodden children. "Seeing as the stench has been removed, you will be removed from this potentially enjoyable experience."
Tak made for the door, pausing to point and laugh at Zim a final time.
Dib walked into the classroom, placing Zim's rain soaked paper on his desk before going to his own. Call it an act of niceness, Dib just didn't want to witness Zim's mental breakdown when he returned to class realizing he'd forgotten that paper. Zim can get really loud...
Zim stomped in moments after Dib, leaving mud trails behind... He angrily sat at his seat, not seeming to care about the hair in his face, or the giggling children who, though no less saturated, found comedy in Zim's being covered with mud.
"Now, class will be over in five minutes! Your papers are due!" as the virtual dinosaur made her way around the class, she took the soaked papers in.
'Tak doesn't have a paper' Zim's mind suddenly sparked. The teacher had long since passed his desk and received his essay. He now waited for it to be Tak's turn. It was, and she brought up a perfectly dry sheet to hand in. Zim seethed.
Dib turned around and glared at Tak. He knew she and Zim had been making odd exchanges all day, but had thought it safe to not get involved. It was easier to listen for secret plan unveilings, a topic all Irkens seemed over enthused to talk about.
"If any of you make Any sound before the ringing of that bell, I will make sure you suffer horribly" Ms Bitters croaked.
Tak seemingly found this perfect gloating time and revealed the syringe she had carefully concealed in her Pak. Zim's eyes followed the movement of the precious item. Tak then made threatening gestures as if to stab Dib with it. This made Zim visibly wince.
Dib wondered what Tak was doing... Zim was making some very odd faces. As inquisitive as the boy was, he couldn't help but look back, seeing the syringe Tak was now sliding a nail across. Dib reacted quickly, reaching out to grab the item while still maintaining silence.
It was kinda amusing to see Dib, Tak's boot in his face, arms flailing up and down mere inches from her face as she held the syringe in her right hand and glared at Zim, this is if you weren't on the receiving end of that glare. Zim's left eye twitched slightly.
Suddenly, the skool bell found the appropriate amount of time had lapsed and rang. Tak kicked Dib away, while replacing the cure in her Pak and getting up to leave. Dib winced and got up. He'd tried... he didn't know why, but he had tried.
Upon exiting the building, he saw Tak leaving in her private jet, somehow avoiding the rain that still fell. Zim hadn't been watching this for Dib saw him up ahead, walking away from the skool.
"Hey, where are you going?" Dib asked, making an attempt to catch up.
"Home. Maybe I can convince the computer I'm one of Gir's plush monkeys." Zim stated blandly.
"But won't you get incinerated?"
"Probably..."
"Wait! Why don't we go after Tak?"
"The incineration thing won't hurt."
"How many people have lived to tell you it won't hurt?" Zim paused.
"Eh, that Is a good point."
"Look, if we work together, we can defeat Tak! ... You'll get your cure and the world will be safe! It's a compromise..." Zim paused and pondered.
"You do have a point there..." Zim pivoted and returned to his walking.
"Where are you going now?!"
"We'll need lasers if we're going to attack Tak!"
"But your computer... You'll never get in!"
"Yes I will..."
"You'll need a distraction."
Gir was sitting on the couch, immersing himself in an episode of Happy Tree Friends when he heard a rustling outdoors. He feigned a look of seriousness and hopped off the couch. Gir then looked out the window to see Dib, hopping up and down in the gnome field. It looked odd.
Suddenly, the front door burst open only to be immediately slammed shut. Zim, very much panting, now leaned against the barrier. Gir made noises of joy as mechanical hands came down from the ceiling. Zim screamed and ran for the kitchen, Gir followed for bliss. Zim only glanced back at the arm once, before leaping into the garbage bin, Gir hanging from his coattails. Zim found himself doing a horrible little roll out of the tubing, Gir tumbling much further, hitting a nearby wall. Zim was to his feet immediately, scouring for weapons as red lights flashed throughout the area.
Gir curled himself off the wall and watched as Zim scrambled around the area.
"This ought to be enough!" he paused and exclaimed, though there was no one around. Lasers fired around Zim and he immediately began search for an exit point. It didn't take long for him to make it to the ground level, popping up from under the sofa. Zim dashed for the door, weaponry in hand. He opened it, made his first leap to the outdoors, and was nabbed... by a robotic arm. A shrill electric shock made Zim drop all his tools as the arm tossed him from the house.
Zim rolled and inevitably landed on his back at the end of the walk, where Dib had been hiding behind the gate.
"That didn't go so well." Zim winced and leaned up, looking back at the house... door still open and lasers sitting just outside the threshold. A quartet of gnomes glowed an eerie red as they stared at the two. Gir looked out at them from the doorway.
"Gir," Zim ordered. "Bring the lasers to me..." Gir stared.
"Nuuh!"
"Gir, just bring those things in front of you here." Gir pointed; Zim nodded. Gir made an attempt to pick up the small load and succeeded.
"Good Gir, now bring them here." Gir, with weapons, stared.
"Nuuh!"
"Gir! Bring Now!!"
"You have to say pleeeaaase!"
"Fine, Please, bring the lasers to Zim!"
"Huh?"
"The lasers, Pleeze bring them here!" Gir giggled, but finally complied, running down the sidewalk.
Gir was caught off guard when he slipped and fell forward, dropping his cargo. One of the lasers went off, shooting inches above Zim's head. Zim ducked as a response and then growled at his robot.
"Come on!" Gir snickered as he went about picking them up again. This time, he was able to make it to Zim without incident.
"Gee Zim, are you're exchanges with that robot always... this... way?"
"No! Gir is a great henchman. Like he never runs off..." Zim needed to take the time to look around for his henchman, because Gir had already made it across the street and was chasing a neighborhood cat.
"Is that why he's way over there?" Zim looked beyond Dib, to his neighbor's yard.
"Gir!" The robot turned, cat tail hanging from his mouth.
"Get over here!" With a disgusting sound, he removed the feline, setting it on the ground. The wet, confused creature blinked. Gir smiled and hopped across the street towards Zim, tackling him to the ground once in range.
"Tha human came back!" he squealed as Zim stood. Gir remained on his master's waist. Zim looked down at the bot and tried to pry him off.
"No Gir," he struggled. "Your master that is Me has returned." Finally, he was free of the slavebot. Gir looked up at Zim with the eyes of that dog suit as if someone had stolen his couch.
"Master gone away... Why won't master come home?" Zim gave an empathetic look and, remembering the verbal battle of before, decided Gir was never going to understand completely.
"Zim, you're robot's dumb..." Dib stated.
"No he's not! He's Advanced!" Zim retaliated.
"No... He's special, as in slow."
"Advanced! The Tallest told me so and they would never lie..."
"Maybe they would, because that thing is definitely Not advanced." Zim glare at his bot and then darkly at the Dib.
"I'm going to end this train of thought right now... Come! We must plot!" Zim snapped, index finger raised.
*k... no more for now...*
And there you have it... my site's been on the blink for the past few days due to a weak attempt at trying to get more bandwidth, but is now back up. -continues her search for a better server- Shooming now.