A/N: Phew, first day of work today and I'm pooped but with my last once
of strength I bring you chapter 3. Now I pass out. Oh yes, I'm sorry I
was so mean to Zim, you know I only do it because I love him .....and
you ;) Thankyou for everyone that reviewed! You guys made me so happy
Chapter Three: Mini Moose knows all (or very little)
Zim ran outside to the empty playground panting loudly. The foreign bludge that made its way into his pants had long since subsided. That's it. No more delays. As soon as he was back in his base he would get to the root of this little problem.
"GIR! Take me back to my base NOW!" Zim yelled into his communicator.
"Yes! My lord!" A little GIR on his screen screeched in reply temporally now on red duty mode.
Not so much as a minute passed before GIR came flying into view wearing his green dog disguise. Pausing just long enough for Zim to hop on and fly them both back to their eerie green dwelling.
Mini Moose came floating into the kitchen as GIR and Zim arrived through the front door. He squeaked happily at the two a little drool dripping from his chin and falling onto the floor.
'Oh Irk, why do my inventions always end up drooling?' Zim began to rub his temples, but this was the least of his concerns right now.
"Aww... What's ta' matter master? You look saaaaad." GIR chirped in a sing- song voice.
"Eh?" Zim looked down at GIR as if being broken of from thought. "Oh, nothing, nothing. I've just been experiencing some odd sensations lately. From what I've gathered so far there seems to have been some sort of malfunction in my PAK causing a chemical imbalance in my superior Irken brain." He wiggled his fingers as he said the word 'brain'.
Mini Moose looked at Zim curiously. "Squeak?" It asked.
"Well, it seems that I have become a lot more prone to ah..." He paused searching for the word, "emotions as of late, but nothing that can't be fixed again with some of my superior Irken technology of course."
"Oh... I didn't know emotion thingies were baaaad?" GIR said with a silly grin on his face.
"Oh yes, yes, they're terrible, treacherous things! Invaders need no such things! That's why our PAK's get rid of all those nasty interferences for us."
"Squeak?"
"What? No! That's it foolish minions this conversation is over!"
With that Zim marched out of the living room, through the kitchen and down the rubbish bin elevator. He needed to get this little problem of his fixed and soon. It was getting all very over-whelming right now, better to just ignore the problem and stick to a focus point.
Zim absently pulled off his wig and contacts and threw them to the side as he reached his desired level. Oh this poison in his mind, that's what it was, /poison/. Attacking him and leaving him vulnerable to all. Those so- called loyal minions of his weren't helping his situation either. Ah no matter, once he could find the exact root of the problem it would be easy to fix.
"Computer! Run a scan on my hormonal and physiological control output system." The Irken ordered a large purple hewed screen in front of him.
Zim's computer groaned. "Do I have to?"
"Yes. Now hurry before I send GIR in to- to do something to you."
Without another word said two large metallic pipes came out from behind and inserted themselves into Zim's PAK. He winced a tad though it didn't hurt him; just the feeling was rather intrusive and therefore unpleasant. The data came soon enough and presented itself on the screen. The two pipes silently unhooked themselves and retreated as Zim scanned through the data.
"Hmm... yes, yes... good." He muttered to himself, his eyes inspecting the Irken symbols across the screen. "Ahuh... hmm... wait a minute... wait a minute! Right there! One of the mental filters is down by 76%!!" He gawked at this, no wonder he was feeling so overwhelmed by these "emotions" the very thing in his PAK that was meant to stop this distraction had gone completely hay-wire.
"Com-pyoo-ter!" Zim shouted. "Fix this at once!"
"Fine..." The machine groaned unenthusiastically in response.
Some more crazy contraptions came from the wall and all rammed themselves into Zim's PAK, pulling him up a few feet above the ground while doing so. After a couple of seconds the computer spoke again this time in it's' more mechanical voice.
"Insufficient material for completion of operation." It stated, pure and simple.
The wires and machinery had promptly released themselves off Zim leaving him to fall with a 'thud' onto the floor.
"What?! Are you saying you can't repair this?!" Zim fumed.
"Not unless we had the adequate materials sent in."
"Time to call the Tallest for supplies then. They must be getting worried anyway; it has been quite a while since my last call."
"Uh, sir, I don't think-"
"SILENCE! Can't you see I'm busy making a connection? It's been getting a lot harder ever since they put all those firewalls there, I guess they just love giving Zim challenges." He stated lovingly as he typed feverishly unto the keys.
Soon enough the screen was engulfed by the figures, one in purple the other in red [A/N: Gee... I wonder who?]. They looked at Zim dully while engorging in their various snack foods.
"Greetings my Tallest! What awhile it has been."
"Hmm... not long enough." Red muttered under his breathe.
"Heya Zim. How's the invasion coming along?" Purple asked smugly, Red tried to contain his giggles.
"Uh-GREAT! You can be ready to call the Armada any time now! Oh yes." Zim shuffled his feet. "But that is not why I call. It seems my PAK has been malfunctioning and I need to have supplies sent in to repair it."
"Zim." Red heaved. "We've been through this before we can't send you anything because big orange and blue poka dotted demons will come attack and destroy us all!" Purple and Red had made this up a few transmissions ago to stop Zim from demanding more supplies, it hadn't worked very well but they decided to stick with their story.
"Plus we need stuff to. You ever think about us Zim? Huh? Huh?" Purple whined before stuffing another doughnut into his gob.
"Why, all the time my Tallest." Zim replied in such a way that it made a chill run up both his leader's spines. "But really it is an emergency this time! One of my mental hormone filter thingies is barely working; my brain is being over ridden by these terrible emotioney feely thingies..." He wiggled his fingers to accentuate his disgust. "My entire mission will become in jeopardy with these horrible side-tracks."
Red and Purple mumbled quietly between each other for a minute then turned back to the screen a more satisfied look on both their faces. Purple smirked and started up again.
"Look Zim, we'll try and get those supplies that you asked for. But uh- it may take a little while to get them for you-"
"But don't call or anything because then it would only take us longer!" Red promptly interrupted.
"Yes! That's right! And don't bother coming here to get the material yourself because-"
"Big scary orange and blue poka dotted demons will come and destroy us all. And no not even you can stop them. Kay gotta go now bye!"
With that the transmission was promptly cut off leaving Zim to his disturbed and troubled thoughts.
'They just cut me off. Just like that? Not even a 'goodbye'?' The even more illogical part of his mind seemed to whimper. Zim's lip quivered and Zim's eyes watered but no tears yet had a chance to spill. He snapped back. "Argh! Madness!"
Zim slumped himself down onto one of the many alien chairs and chose to brood once more in thought. What had happened to him back in that Biology class? That strange rush or something, oh Irk he didn't want to think about it.
It was all that horrible Dib beast's fault! That horrible, stinky, gorgeous Dib human... with his hideous, wondrous tight butt cheeks and –
What's this? The bludge in his pants had returned! Zim fumed. How dare his body not obey its mighty master Zim?!
"I'll shove that hideous beast back where it belongs!" Zim howled obviously referring to his mighty Irken manhood. Without thinking so far ahead Zim pushed all his frustration into a tight little ball that was his mighty fist and slammed it into the pit of his crotch with all his strength regretting it the split second of impact.
"YAaaaAAaaarrRRrrrGGHhhh!!" He wailed something towards that extent. He toppled to the ground both his hands groping his pulsating groin. "Ow. Ow. Ow..." He whimpered.
Okay, so he didn't think that one through, but at least it got his mind off those terrible urges he had of doing horrible, disgusting and indecent things to a certain someone and his member seemed to have slid back into it's designated sheath like area. Damn, until that afternoon he didn't even know he had one of those. Foolish inferior Irken breeders should have genetically got rid of these primitive organs centuries ago!
"What madness... we never went through this in training!"
He thought back for a second, no maybe they had and he hadn't been paying attention. No, they hadn't, he defiantly would've remember something like that! Zim pulled himself up a bit once the sharp pain had a subdued into a tired throb. He decided to sit on the floor for awhile resting his head upon the cold metal surface of one of his lab walls.
He hadn't had too long to collect his thoughts before a familiar purple blob floated in his direction. Its' ever present grin widened when it saw its' master and floated its' way before him.
"Squeak?" Mini Moose asked.
"Ah, not as brilliant as I hoped Mini Moose. It seems the Tallest are being plagued by a big scary demon and are unable to for fill my request straight away. They must be so sad."
"Squeak?"
"What do you mean I should live with it like the humans?" Zim hissed. "I am nothing like those horrible smelly stink beasts! Just the thought that you can even think to compare me to them sickens me."
This conversation went on for another 10 minutes or so with Mini Moose doing all he could to make his despairing master feel better. Unfortunately master had a little bit of a problem with listening to reason or anything at all really but the little moose did try.
"But of course! I will simply follow the Dib-beast around until my hideous desires have settled! Then I shall be back to my normal working condition and be able to fully concentrate on my mission." Zim proclaimed. He got up and triumphantly marched out of the spooky room feeling better already.
"Squeak?" Chirped Mini Moose wondering how their conversation about beetroot had anything to do with what his master had just said.
Zim is silly ;P I hope that didn't make your eyes bleed. Yup, review please, I like reviews better then eating fresh pink babies! wipes off drool
Chapter Three: Mini Moose knows all (or very little)
Zim ran outside to the empty playground panting loudly. The foreign bludge that made its way into his pants had long since subsided. That's it. No more delays. As soon as he was back in his base he would get to the root of this little problem.
"GIR! Take me back to my base NOW!" Zim yelled into his communicator.
"Yes! My lord!" A little GIR on his screen screeched in reply temporally now on red duty mode.
Not so much as a minute passed before GIR came flying into view wearing his green dog disguise. Pausing just long enough for Zim to hop on and fly them both back to their eerie green dwelling.
Mini Moose came floating into the kitchen as GIR and Zim arrived through the front door. He squeaked happily at the two a little drool dripping from his chin and falling onto the floor.
'Oh Irk, why do my inventions always end up drooling?' Zim began to rub his temples, but this was the least of his concerns right now.
"Aww... What's ta' matter master? You look saaaaad." GIR chirped in a sing- song voice.
"Eh?" Zim looked down at GIR as if being broken of from thought. "Oh, nothing, nothing. I've just been experiencing some odd sensations lately. From what I've gathered so far there seems to have been some sort of malfunction in my PAK causing a chemical imbalance in my superior Irken brain." He wiggled his fingers as he said the word 'brain'.
Mini Moose looked at Zim curiously. "Squeak?" It asked.
"Well, it seems that I have become a lot more prone to ah..." He paused searching for the word, "emotions as of late, but nothing that can't be fixed again with some of my superior Irken technology of course."
"Oh... I didn't know emotion thingies were baaaad?" GIR said with a silly grin on his face.
"Oh yes, yes, they're terrible, treacherous things! Invaders need no such things! That's why our PAK's get rid of all those nasty interferences for us."
"Squeak?"
"What? No! That's it foolish minions this conversation is over!"
With that Zim marched out of the living room, through the kitchen and down the rubbish bin elevator. He needed to get this little problem of his fixed and soon. It was getting all very over-whelming right now, better to just ignore the problem and stick to a focus point.
Zim absently pulled off his wig and contacts and threw them to the side as he reached his desired level. Oh this poison in his mind, that's what it was, /poison/. Attacking him and leaving him vulnerable to all. Those so- called loyal minions of his weren't helping his situation either. Ah no matter, once he could find the exact root of the problem it would be easy to fix.
"Computer! Run a scan on my hormonal and physiological control output system." The Irken ordered a large purple hewed screen in front of him.
Zim's computer groaned. "Do I have to?"
"Yes. Now hurry before I send GIR in to- to do something to you."
Without another word said two large metallic pipes came out from behind and inserted themselves into Zim's PAK. He winced a tad though it didn't hurt him; just the feeling was rather intrusive and therefore unpleasant. The data came soon enough and presented itself on the screen. The two pipes silently unhooked themselves and retreated as Zim scanned through the data.
"Hmm... yes, yes... good." He muttered to himself, his eyes inspecting the Irken symbols across the screen. "Ahuh... hmm... wait a minute... wait a minute! Right there! One of the mental filters is down by 76%!!" He gawked at this, no wonder he was feeling so overwhelmed by these "emotions" the very thing in his PAK that was meant to stop this distraction had gone completely hay-wire.
"Com-pyoo-ter!" Zim shouted. "Fix this at once!"
"Fine..." The machine groaned unenthusiastically in response.
Some more crazy contraptions came from the wall and all rammed themselves into Zim's PAK, pulling him up a few feet above the ground while doing so. After a couple of seconds the computer spoke again this time in it's' more mechanical voice.
"Insufficient material for completion of operation." It stated, pure and simple.
The wires and machinery had promptly released themselves off Zim leaving him to fall with a 'thud' onto the floor.
"What?! Are you saying you can't repair this?!" Zim fumed.
"Not unless we had the adequate materials sent in."
"Time to call the Tallest for supplies then. They must be getting worried anyway; it has been quite a while since my last call."
"Uh, sir, I don't think-"
"SILENCE! Can't you see I'm busy making a connection? It's been getting a lot harder ever since they put all those firewalls there, I guess they just love giving Zim challenges." He stated lovingly as he typed feverishly unto the keys.
Soon enough the screen was engulfed by the figures, one in purple the other in red [A/N: Gee... I wonder who?]. They looked at Zim dully while engorging in their various snack foods.
"Greetings my Tallest! What awhile it has been."
"Hmm... not long enough." Red muttered under his breathe.
"Heya Zim. How's the invasion coming along?" Purple asked smugly, Red tried to contain his giggles.
"Uh-GREAT! You can be ready to call the Armada any time now! Oh yes." Zim shuffled his feet. "But that is not why I call. It seems my PAK has been malfunctioning and I need to have supplies sent in to repair it."
"Zim." Red heaved. "We've been through this before we can't send you anything because big orange and blue poka dotted demons will come attack and destroy us all!" Purple and Red had made this up a few transmissions ago to stop Zim from demanding more supplies, it hadn't worked very well but they decided to stick with their story.
"Plus we need stuff to. You ever think about us Zim? Huh? Huh?" Purple whined before stuffing another doughnut into his gob.
"Why, all the time my Tallest." Zim replied in such a way that it made a chill run up both his leader's spines. "But really it is an emergency this time! One of my mental hormone filter thingies is barely working; my brain is being over ridden by these terrible emotioney feely thingies..." He wiggled his fingers to accentuate his disgust. "My entire mission will become in jeopardy with these horrible side-tracks."
Red and Purple mumbled quietly between each other for a minute then turned back to the screen a more satisfied look on both their faces. Purple smirked and started up again.
"Look Zim, we'll try and get those supplies that you asked for. But uh- it may take a little while to get them for you-"
"But don't call or anything because then it would only take us longer!" Red promptly interrupted.
"Yes! That's right! And don't bother coming here to get the material yourself because-"
"Big scary orange and blue poka dotted demons will come and destroy us all. And no not even you can stop them. Kay gotta go now bye!"
With that the transmission was promptly cut off leaving Zim to his disturbed and troubled thoughts.
'They just cut me off. Just like that? Not even a 'goodbye'?' The even more illogical part of his mind seemed to whimper. Zim's lip quivered and Zim's eyes watered but no tears yet had a chance to spill. He snapped back. "Argh! Madness!"
Zim slumped himself down onto one of the many alien chairs and chose to brood once more in thought. What had happened to him back in that Biology class? That strange rush or something, oh Irk he didn't want to think about it.
It was all that horrible Dib beast's fault! That horrible, stinky, gorgeous Dib human... with his hideous, wondrous tight butt cheeks and –
What's this? The bludge in his pants had returned! Zim fumed. How dare his body not obey its mighty master Zim?!
"I'll shove that hideous beast back where it belongs!" Zim howled obviously referring to his mighty Irken manhood. Without thinking so far ahead Zim pushed all his frustration into a tight little ball that was his mighty fist and slammed it into the pit of his crotch with all his strength regretting it the split second of impact.
"YAaaaAAaaarrRRrrrGGHhhh!!" He wailed something towards that extent. He toppled to the ground both his hands groping his pulsating groin. "Ow. Ow. Ow..." He whimpered.
Okay, so he didn't think that one through, but at least it got his mind off those terrible urges he had of doing horrible, disgusting and indecent things to a certain someone and his member seemed to have slid back into it's designated sheath like area. Damn, until that afternoon he didn't even know he had one of those. Foolish inferior Irken breeders should have genetically got rid of these primitive organs centuries ago!
"What madness... we never went through this in training!"
He thought back for a second, no maybe they had and he hadn't been paying attention. No, they hadn't, he defiantly would've remember something like that! Zim pulled himself up a bit once the sharp pain had a subdued into a tired throb. He decided to sit on the floor for awhile resting his head upon the cold metal surface of one of his lab walls.
He hadn't had too long to collect his thoughts before a familiar purple blob floated in his direction. Its' ever present grin widened when it saw its' master and floated its' way before him.
"Squeak?" Mini Moose asked.
"Ah, not as brilliant as I hoped Mini Moose. It seems the Tallest are being plagued by a big scary demon and are unable to for fill my request straight away. They must be so sad."
"Squeak?"
"What do you mean I should live with it like the humans?" Zim hissed. "I am nothing like those horrible smelly stink beasts! Just the thought that you can even think to compare me to them sickens me."
This conversation went on for another 10 minutes or so with Mini Moose doing all he could to make his despairing master feel better. Unfortunately master had a little bit of a problem with listening to reason or anything at all really but the little moose did try.
"But of course! I will simply follow the Dib-beast around until my hideous desires have settled! Then I shall be back to my normal working condition and be able to fully concentrate on my mission." Zim proclaimed. He got up and triumphantly marched out of the spooky room feeling better already.
"Squeak?" Chirped Mini Moose wondering how their conversation about beetroot had anything to do with what his master had just said.
Zim is silly ;P I hope that didn't make your eyes bleed. Yup, review please, I like reviews better then eating fresh pink babies! wipes off drool
