There is still insanity, in the year 2013
By Keres
Chapter two. The Tallest Irken on the Planet is Obviously the Leader…
…And Zim, being the only Irken on the planet, ruled by default. He stood 7 feet tall, so that he could look intimidating to all the pathetic humans. A rather large group of human slaves gathered outside of the large castle and waited for him to speak. They were all summoned here for their alien leader's speech. Zim walked out on the balcony and grinned at their forced cheers.
"Thank you, my loyal slave monkeys!" He called to them all grandly. The Floating Video Camera Robots, also known as FVCRs, swarmed around Zim. "I am here to address the work policy. Some of you have complained that you have been given too much work. So after thinking it over, I have decided…"
There was a pause, and the people looked hopeful, thinking he that he might give them less work. "I have decided to increase your work. Laziness will not be tolerated! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"But…" One poor pitiful worker stammered, "We already work 20 hours a day, and 7 days a week."
"There are still four more hours that can be used that were wasted on your human 'sleeping,'" The alien dictator scoffed, "Guards! Take that man away."
The screaming man was taken away and the rest of the guards pointed their guns at the crowd. The audience immediately cheered and applauded as their leader went inside. He closed the curtain and laughed as most diabolical villains do in their spare time.
Zim had hardly taken two steps inside when GIR flew past him on a robot piggy. Now that his master was the leader of Earth, he got all the cool toys he wanted, and the moon. However today he felt like being on the earth, instead of ruling his colony of termites on earth's natural satellite. GIR made the piggy do a sharp turn and aimed straight at Zim, who angrily screamed at the robot to stop. There was a sickening "Crunch!" and "Crash" and "Pop" heard as they collided.
Zim sat up and looked at his legs. Underneath his robes, they looked contorted and deformed. "Gasp! They're broken! GIR you broke them!" The alien threw off his robe, revealing two long stilts instead of long legs. "You broke my stilts! Now those filthy humans have to make more!" He said enraged. Even though he hadn't grown even an inch in all his time on Earth, Zim still refused to be shorter than any human. Especially not while they were looking at him.
GIR ignored his master, and cried bitterly because his piggy lost an eye. "Pig? Speak to me! Piggy? Pig?!? WAHHHHHH!! Pig's DEAD!!! AAHHHHH!!" GIR screamed.
"Number 1245!!" Zim shouted, a fuzzy hamster guard entered. "Takes these stilts over to the humans to be fixed," the Irken glanced at GIR, who had some how managed to cry tears even though, to the best of my knowledge, robots have no tear ducts. Zim sighed, "Ohh and the pig." Gir cheered up immediately and walked off to do something else.
Zim went over to the main computer and sat down in a swivel chair. He spun around a few times to look at his lab, which took up the majority of the palace. He eventually faced the screen and sunk deep into thought.
"Now, to figure out a way to defeat Dib. Once and for all…"
To Be Continued…
Author's Note:
Wow. This chapter was also really messed up before I revised it. But then, I figure that it is about a year old.