OK, I have no idea where I came up with this but flow with me here.
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Zim: THAT WAS THE WORST HUMAN FILTH I'VE EVER TASTED AND YOU WANT TO CHARGE HOW MUCH?
Zit faced teen: uh... $1.20...
Zim: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! THE SAUCE IS ORANGE!
Zit faced teen: I'm sorry sir but you'll have to take that up with the manager. There are other customers waiting.
Zim: DO NOT SPEAK TO THE ALMIGHTY LORD, ZIM, IN THAT TONE!
Security guard: Sir, I'm only going to ask you once please stop strangling the cashier and get out.
Zim: Fine! But, I'm taking my free cookie!
Zim marched out of the fast food restaurant infuriated. He stared down at Gir who was strapped to the motorcycle with layers of duct tape. He had to be taped down because he had covered Zim's eyes when he was trying to drive and almost caused them to crash into a truck full of chickens. Without a word Zim mounted his bike and set off on to the road.
Gir: Can we stop for ice cream?
Zim: No.
Gir: Can we listen to my tape of bagpipe songs from all over the world?
Zim: No.
Gir: Let's play a game. How about I spy?
Zim: No.
Gir: ...I gotta go to the bathroom.
Zim: Don't make me gag you!
Gir: But I really gotta go!
Zim: Gir, robots don't use the restroom.
Gir: I'm gonna explode!
Zim: OK, you do that.
Gir: I'm gonna be sick...
Zim: Huh?
Gir: Oh... motion sickness.
Zim: Put you head between your legs.
Gir: I can't, I'm duct taped down.
Zim: If I give you this cookie will you shut up for the rest of the way?
Gir: *GASP* But what if your about to crash or something, then can I talk?
Zim: Do you want the cookie or not?
Gir: YES!
Gir bites the cookie out of Zim's hand. They rode for about 2 more hours passing hitchhikers, clowns and for some strange reason weasels wearing cowboy hats. The sun started to set over the horizon and the sky gradually darkened.
Zim: Maybe we should stop and get a hotel, but I don't trust these filthy humans.
Gir: What ever you say Commando!
They pulled in to a 2 story old rundown motel. There was a sign on the front flashing Bate's Motel. Zim thought it looked fairly decent and the place looked to be deserted.
Zim: Check it out Gir we might bee the only guests tonight. Do you know what this means?
Gir: We don't have to share a bathroom with them?
Zim: I was thinking more along the lines of getting a proper sleep but that would be a plus too.
They entered the motel; Zim approached the desk and rang the bell. A shady man stepped in to the room. They paid for the cheap room and turned in for the night.
Zim: Hey, that guy at the front desk... he seemed like a nice chap.
Gir: To bad when you take over the earth he'll be the first to go.
Zim: That's the most intelligent thing you've ever said.
Gir: Me and the cowboy squirrels are friends.
Zim: Well, I'll be catching me some sleep, I say.
Gir: Cheerio! ******
Did anyone pick up on the motel was suppose to be similar to psycho? Hmm? Or the how Zim and Gir spoke a bit of British towards the end? Well maybe they aren't very British... but the cheerio was icing on the cake! Where is my bagel? Where is my Easter candy? CURSE YOU SNACKS CURSE YOU!
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Zim: THAT WAS THE WORST HUMAN FILTH I'VE EVER TASTED AND YOU WANT TO CHARGE HOW MUCH?
Zit faced teen: uh... $1.20...
Zim: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! THE SAUCE IS ORANGE!
Zit faced teen: I'm sorry sir but you'll have to take that up with the manager. There are other customers waiting.
Zim: DO NOT SPEAK TO THE ALMIGHTY LORD, ZIM, IN THAT TONE!
Security guard: Sir, I'm only going to ask you once please stop strangling the cashier and get out.
Zim: Fine! But, I'm taking my free cookie!
Zim marched out of the fast food restaurant infuriated. He stared down at Gir who was strapped to the motorcycle with layers of duct tape. He had to be taped down because he had covered Zim's eyes when he was trying to drive and almost caused them to crash into a truck full of chickens. Without a word Zim mounted his bike and set off on to the road.
Gir: Can we stop for ice cream?
Zim: No.
Gir: Can we listen to my tape of bagpipe songs from all over the world?
Zim: No.
Gir: Let's play a game. How about I spy?
Zim: No.
Gir: ...I gotta go to the bathroom.
Zim: Don't make me gag you!
Gir: But I really gotta go!
Zim: Gir, robots don't use the restroom.
Gir: I'm gonna explode!
Zim: OK, you do that.
Gir: I'm gonna be sick...
Zim: Huh?
Gir: Oh... motion sickness.
Zim: Put you head between your legs.
Gir: I can't, I'm duct taped down.
Zim: If I give you this cookie will you shut up for the rest of the way?
Gir: *GASP* But what if your about to crash or something, then can I talk?
Zim: Do you want the cookie or not?
Gir: YES!
Gir bites the cookie out of Zim's hand. They rode for about 2 more hours passing hitchhikers, clowns and for some strange reason weasels wearing cowboy hats. The sun started to set over the horizon and the sky gradually darkened.
Zim: Maybe we should stop and get a hotel, but I don't trust these filthy humans.
Gir: What ever you say Commando!
They pulled in to a 2 story old rundown motel. There was a sign on the front flashing Bate's Motel. Zim thought it looked fairly decent and the place looked to be deserted.
Zim: Check it out Gir we might bee the only guests tonight. Do you know what this means?
Gir: We don't have to share a bathroom with them?
Zim: I was thinking more along the lines of getting a proper sleep but that would be a plus too.
They entered the motel; Zim approached the desk and rang the bell. A shady man stepped in to the room. They paid for the cheap room and turned in for the night.
Zim: Hey, that guy at the front desk... he seemed like a nice chap.
Gir: To bad when you take over the earth he'll be the first to go.
Zim: That's the most intelligent thing you've ever said.
Gir: Me and the cowboy squirrels are friends.
Zim: Well, I'll be catching me some sleep, I say.
Gir: Cheerio! ******
Did anyone pick up on the motel was suppose to be similar to psycho? Hmm? Or the how Zim and Gir spoke a bit of British towards the end? Well maybe they aren't very British... but the cheerio was icing on the cake! Where is my bagel? Where is my Easter candy? CURSE YOU SNACKS CURSE YOU!