They're going! They're GOING!!! No to see the wizard tho... NOPE!! More
like an evil tyrant wannabe...
*Okay...you can start now... really...*
At length, Zim yawned. In doing this very commonplace activity a bit of shock had arrested his attention.
"Why did I just do that?" he questioned aloud in between blinks of confusion.
"Well, it's not like we had the chance to get more than a few hours' sleep last night." Dib replied, momentarily pausing from his musings.
"Yes... sleep..." Zim suddenly began to realize how worn he was feeling. "So why am I doing this *insert fake yawn here* thing and you're not?"
"Because I had a coffee this morning and soda at lunch."
"Coffee and soda?"
"Caffeine, it's good for keeping awake."
Zim shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to dispel the dull throb that had begun to form there.
"Where would one acquire one of these caffeine enhanced beverages?"
"We're going to a weenie stand Zim; I'm sure they have something there."
Zim sighed, and lightly shook his head, dismissing all thoughts of sleep and trod onward.
Eventually, the beach-combing path led them to a commercially zoned area, littered with trendy boutiques, fast food establishments, and souvenir shops in the shape of giant horse-shoe crabs. And there, at the very far corner of the infinitely long strip of local proprietorships, was the weenie stand.
Zim demanded soda while incessantly expressing a hatred for his own humanity. Dib was honestly thinking about thwacking Zim upside the head. Being human couldn't be that bad; he'd always been one and couldn't really sympathize with Zim's arguments, especially the one about how squirrels were somehow taunting him on the basis that he was homo sapien. Dib relented to Zim's request and the two walked into the new yet somehow dingy food place.
Obviously, being tired and thinking about it had two very different effects on the body. The first merely assures that you seem more sedated in your actions, while the latter is a slow wearing process that leaves you fighting its taunts with every ounce of your free will. Zim had succumb to the latter. The way Dib had spoken up sodas made them sound like a powerful one-shot miracle drink which was exactly what Zim thought them. His first sip of the highly acidic beverage had him thinking he was once again Irken, till he realized that the burning of his throat was completely intentional, caused by evil beverage dictating trend setters. He pondered how they had done it to spite him and how he would shortly have his revenge...
Dib hadn't been paying attention to Zim as he acquired his drink and slurped at the concoction. He was more intent on watching the small surveillance camera that should have been pointing at the pickup window and not his head. He looked over at Zim, who had submitted to the sugary syrups contained in his poop soda (that name is such a put off).
"Uhm... Zim?" were the only words he was able to mutter as a very robotic fry cook jumped the counter, obviously attempting their capture.
Zim's eyes grew wide as he uttered a forced 'Mmm!' through the drink's straw. Both boys ran for the glass doorway while the restaurant's patrons paid them no heed. Their egress was blocked, however, by even less human guards who forcefully grabbed the pair by their shoulders and hoist them into the air.
Zim dangled there, still taking the liberty of sipping his soda while Dib kicked and flailed in the robot guard's grasp. The two hulking pieces of machinery took them around to the back of the weenie place and forced them into what appeared to be garbage cans, but what were, in all actuality, dark metallic chutes. Needless to say, there was much flailing and screaming as the two boys were deposited into a lavender tinted room. Dib was first to be ejected from the room's only visible entrance, landing on his stomach. Zim soon followed, falling atop Dib, which only caused them much pain.
"Well if it isn't the two humans coming to save the earth." Tak's voice echoed into the room.
"Ow" Dib moaned as Zim was suddenly to his feet and pointing domineeringly at the ceiling.
"Tak!" I don't think the caffeine had kicked in yet; this outburst could most appropriately be accredited to adrenaline and the fact that Tak had insinuated Zim's 'helping' to save the world he so loathed.
"I have to give you two humans credit. I didn't think you'd be here so soon, but I am disappointed in your performance thus far. You made your capture very easy."
Zim was to blame and Dib knew it. He glared darkly, but went unnoticed by his circumstantial ally who was caught up in his own little world.
"Tak, if you call me one more time I'll..." A yawn of boredom came from the other end.
"I'd love to spend all day talking with you lower life forms, but my plan to dehydrate the earth's oceans has come to its climactic splendor and I can't be bothered by inconsequential prattle. I'll inform you when the governments of your world..."
"This Isn't My World!!"
"...have been overturned. Until then, tata!" And with that, the room fell silent... except for Zim's incessant shouts.
"Tak...Tak!" He paused for a beat, waiting her response; there was none. "Tak you...BITCH!" There was a long pause where Zim took in what he had just said. "I'm using human expletives!" It was then that panic set in..."Tak!" he exclaimed once more, this time banging on the lavender sheet metal wall of the holding cell.
*NO MORE!!!*
Well... not really, but you CAN stop reading for now... heh Don't you wonder how they'll get OUT?! Well... as always, I don't own this and am off to do OTHER things... yup...
*shifty glances all around*
moosen
*Okay...you can start now... really...*
At length, Zim yawned. In doing this very commonplace activity a bit of shock had arrested his attention.
"Why did I just do that?" he questioned aloud in between blinks of confusion.
"Well, it's not like we had the chance to get more than a few hours' sleep last night." Dib replied, momentarily pausing from his musings.
"Yes... sleep..." Zim suddenly began to realize how worn he was feeling. "So why am I doing this *insert fake yawn here* thing and you're not?"
"Because I had a coffee this morning and soda at lunch."
"Coffee and soda?"
"Caffeine, it's good for keeping awake."
Zim shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to dispel the dull throb that had begun to form there.
"Where would one acquire one of these caffeine enhanced beverages?"
"We're going to a weenie stand Zim; I'm sure they have something there."
Zim sighed, and lightly shook his head, dismissing all thoughts of sleep and trod onward.
Eventually, the beach-combing path led them to a commercially zoned area, littered with trendy boutiques, fast food establishments, and souvenir shops in the shape of giant horse-shoe crabs. And there, at the very far corner of the infinitely long strip of local proprietorships, was the weenie stand.
Zim demanded soda while incessantly expressing a hatred for his own humanity. Dib was honestly thinking about thwacking Zim upside the head. Being human couldn't be that bad; he'd always been one and couldn't really sympathize with Zim's arguments, especially the one about how squirrels were somehow taunting him on the basis that he was homo sapien. Dib relented to Zim's request and the two walked into the new yet somehow dingy food place.
Obviously, being tired and thinking about it had two very different effects on the body. The first merely assures that you seem more sedated in your actions, while the latter is a slow wearing process that leaves you fighting its taunts with every ounce of your free will. Zim had succumb to the latter. The way Dib had spoken up sodas made them sound like a powerful one-shot miracle drink which was exactly what Zim thought them. His first sip of the highly acidic beverage had him thinking he was once again Irken, till he realized that the burning of his throat was completely intentional, caused by evil beverage dictating trend setters. He pondered how they had done it to spite him and how he would shortly have his revenge...
Dib hadn't been paying attention to Zim as he acquired his drink and slurped at the concoction. He was more intent on watching the small surveillance camera that should have been pointing at the pickup window and not his head. He looked over at Zim, who had submitted to the sugary syrups contained in his poop soda (that name is such a put off).
"Uhm... Zim?" were the only words he was able to mutter as a very robotic fry cook jumped the counter, obviously attempting their capture.
Zim's eyes grew wide as he uttered a forced 'Mmm!' through the drink's straw. Both boys ran for the glass doorway while the restaurant's patrons paid them no heed. Their egress was blocked, however, by even less human guards who forcefully grabbed the pair by their shoulders and hoist them into the air.
Zim dangled there, still taking the liberty of sipping his soda while Dib kicked and flailed in the robot guard's grasp. The two hulking pieces of machinery took them around to the back of the weenie place and forced them into what appeared to be garbage cans, but what were, in all actuality, dark metallic chutes. Needless to say, there was much flailing and screaming as the two boys were deposited into a lavender tinted room. Dib was first to be ejected from the room's only visible entrance, landing on his stomach. Zim soon followed, falling atop Dib, which only caused them much pain.
"Well if it isn't the two humans coming to save the earth." Tak's voice echoed into the room.
"Ow" Dib moaned as Zim was suddenly to his feet and pointing domineeringly at the ceiling.
"Tak!" I don't think the caffeine had kicked in yet; this outburst could most appropriately be accredited to adrenaline and the fact that Tak had insinuated Zim's 'helping' to save the world he so loathed.
"I have to give you two humans credit. I didn't think you'd be here so soon, but I am disappointed in your performance thus far. You made your capture very easy."
Zim was to blame and Dib knew it. He glared darkly, but went unnoticed by his circumstantial ally who was caught up in his own little world.
"Tak, if you call me one more time I'll..." A yawn of boredom came from the other end.
"I'd love to spend all day talking with you lower life forms, but my plan to dehydrate the earth's oceans has come to its climactic splendor and I can't be bothered by inconsequential prattle. I'll inform you when the governments of your world..."
"This Isn't My World!!"
"...have been overturned. Until then, tata!" And with that, the room fell silent... except for Zim's incessant shouts.
"Tak...Tak!" He paused for a beat, waiting her response; there was none. "Tak you...BITCH!" There was a long pause where Zim took in what he had just said. "I'm using human expletives!" It was then that panic set in..."Tak!" he exclaimed once more, this time banging on the lavender sheet metal wall of the holding cell.
*NO MORE!!!*
Well... not really, but you CAN stop reading for now... heh Don't you wonder how they'll get OUT?! Well... as always, I don't own this and am off to do OTHER things... yup...
*shifty glances all around*
moosen