THE STORY SO FAR! Zim and Dib get stuck in a cave.
Zim and Dib stared at the pile of snow and ice blocking the cave hole, making it impossible for them to leave. Zim broke the silence (cuz he's amazin'!) with a loud cry of, "NOOOOOO! I'm stuck in... this flith hole... WITH YOU?"
After sneering back at Zim, Dib thought about his options and his eyes wandered over the dark cavern. For some reason, Dib's eyes saw in the dark fairly easily, and much better than he saw in the day. He pointed down the cavern walls. "This cave has a path through it. You just... have to cooperate with me!"
Zim's alien eyes required lots of light and could not see in the dark nearly as well as Dib's freaky ones. Sensing a trap, Zim sat down on some conviently placed rocks. "That tunnel is probably highly unstable and is not safe for exploring. Zim is placing his ass here and will not budge!"
"Well, 'Dib' says that we should continue on. Unless you were a stupid space freak who would rather die in the middle of nowhere." snarled the soon to be bishie boy. (He just needed a couple of years, and birth control pills)
"Dib is a mor-ran" retorted Zim, further making a mockery of the English language. "A mor-ran that has a flesh tentacle under his pants." Zim was busy plotting the demise of humans when the sex ed classes came, so he payed a full five minutes on actually listening to the teachers, which was the only reason he knew that there would be such a thing in any person's pants. The reason he even used it in the sentence was that he had heard synonyms for that thing as insults in the hi-skool building.
Dib rolled his eyes. "You don't even know what the hell a flesh tentacle is."
Zim looked around nervously. "Eh... of course I do! It's for uh... FINE STINKBEAST. Maybe I don't know, but you seem eager to explain!"
Feeling a flush work up his face, Dib looked away and felt his voice squeak out "HAH. Eager?! I would never let you know!
Zim turned toward the sound of Dib's voice and asked curiously, "...What's wrong with your freakish human chords?"
"Nothing" Dib's voice squeaked yet again, as puberty seemed to hate this boy. He then shook his head and said in his normal voice, "Enough of this nonsense... let's go."
Zim stared at the dark tunnels waringly, and shivered. "No! I will not go!"
Looking into Zim's twitchy eyes, Dib felt a something crawl up his spine. The alien he hated, lusted after, and despised... had shown weakness to him... almost voluntarily. The idea that Zim may not be all bad deep down made him quiver. "...There's nothing to worry about. It's better than to just wait for nothing."
Zim stood up and rubbed his arms. "Fine Dib-Stink."
Dib smiled to himself, he had won this battle. "Okay, now, let's get out of this.... TOGETHER."
The small Irken felt his muscles pull into a grimace. "...I hope this does not involve super glue like the last thing we did together, IT WAS VERY ANNOYING."
Zim and Dib stared at the pile of snow and ice blocking the cave hole, making it impossible for them to leave. Zim broke the silence (cuz he's amazin'!) with a loud cry of, "NOOOOOO! I'm stuck in... this flith hole... WITH YOU?"
After sneering back at Zim, Dib thought about his options and his eyes wandered over the dark cavern. For some reason, Dib's eyes saw in the dark fairly easily, and much better than he saw in the day. He pointed down the cavern walls. "This cave has a path through it. You just... have to cooperate with me!"
Zim's alien eyes required lots of light and could not see in the dark nearly as well as Dib's freaky ones. Sensing a trap, Zim sat down on some conviently placed rocks. "That tunnel is probably highly unstable and is not safe for exploring. Zim is placing his ass here and will not budge!"
"Well, 'Dib' says that we should continue on. Unless you were a stupid space freak who would rather die in the middle of nowhere." snarled the soon to be bishie boy. (He just needed a couple of years, and birth control pills)
"Dib is a mor-ran" retorted Zim, further making a mockery of the English language. "A mor-ran that has a flesh tentacle under his pants." Zim was busy plotting the demise of humans when the sex ed classes came, so he payed a full five minutes on actually listening to the teachers, which was the only reason he knew that there would be such a thing in any person's pants. The reason he even used it in the sentence was that he had heard synonyms for that thing as insults in the hi-skool building.
Dib rolled his eyes. "You don't even know what the hell a flesh tentacle is."
Zim looked around nervously. "Eh... of course I do! It's for uh... FINE STINKBEAST. Maybe I don't know, but you seem eager to explain!"
Feeling a flush work up his face, Dib looked away and felt his voice squeak out "HAH. Eager?! I would never let you know!
Zim turned toward the sound of Dib's voice and asked curiously, "...What's wrong with your freakish human chords?"
"Nothing" Dib's voice squeaked yet again, as puberty seemed to hate this boy. He then shook his head and said in his normal voice, "Enough of this nonsense... let's go."
Zim stared at the dark tunnels waringly, and shivered. "No! I will not go!"
Looking into Zim's twitchy eyes, Dib felt a something crawl up his spine. The alien he hated, lusted after, and despised... had shown weakness to him... almost voluntarily. The idea that Zim may not be all bad deep down made him quiver. "...There's nothing to worry about. It's better than to just wait for nothing."
Zim stood up and rubbed his arms. "Fine Dib-Stink."
Dib smiled to himself, he had won this battle. "Okay, now, let's get out of this.... TOGETHER."
The small Irken felt his muscles pull into a grimace. "...I hope this does not involve super glue like the last thing we did together, IT WAS VERY ANNOYING."