Been a while since I've updated, because you little weasels haven't reviewed the last chapter. Ungrateful monsters…Anyway, I don't own anything but my characters. Read on, you scum. I need reviews, or I can't write. Just comment at least once per chapter. Once I see the review, I'll write the next chapter. I just need reassurance of my skills. Is that so much to ask?
Part the Seventh: Mixed Emotions of Doom
Dib's house. The front door, which Gaz walks through, Dib following. He was guided to the family sofa and given an ice pack and a can of Poop Soda. Dib stared bewildered at his sister's kindness.
"Why did you save me?", Dib demanded, holding the can of brown "soda". She scowled at him, picking up her GS2.
"You're my brother. I'm supposed to look after you."
"But…You're…YOU! You don't even like me!", he sputtered, sharply being smacked by her sister. She sighed, and placed the ice pack on his head. "Just because I'm mean doesn't mean I don't like you.", she explained. "By the way…there's some, alien guy up in your room."
"WHAT!?", Dib yelled, dashing towards his room. Well, it was more like limping quickly, come to think of it. He reached his room, and to his surprise, there was, in fact, an alien in his room, reading comics and drinking soda from the local Dirty Chicken restaurant. His skin was pale gray, topped with white horns, a bit like those of goats. He wore yellow goggles, his beady eyes behind them. He wore a blue uniform, two green arm things on his…arms. The last thing were two green belts wrapped around his waist. When Dib walked in, he fell off the bed, quickly presenting himself in the best way he could.
"HUMAN CHILD! I AM CAPTAIN LARD NAR! Leader of the Resisty!", he stated in a very proud way, using extreme gestures. Dib snickered.
"What?"
"What kind of name is 'Resisty'?"
"IT'S A GOOD NAME! SHUT YOUR VOICE TUBE!", Lard Nar yelled, pointing accusingly at him. "I'm trying to help you fight the Irken scum on your planet, and you dare insult my ingenious group?"
"I-Wait…You want to help me?"
"Yes! Any enemy of the Irken empire is an ally of the resistance!", Lard Nar smiled, extending his hand as a sign of friendship. Dib took it, ecstatic that someone actually wanted to help him.
Dib walked into the base, giving GIR a Suck Monkey cup. GIR Nodded, wearing a trench coat and his eyes green for some reason. "The weather in France is lovely.", he said in a suggestive voice, winking twice and sticking his finger in his nose. Dib blinked, looking desperately at Lard Nar, who shrugged.
"Uh…The pickle is in the jar?", he guessed. GIR shrugged, slurping his Freezy.
Dib walked up to the transporter, looking at it. "After my sister rescued me, Zim and that 'knee' guy flew into this thing and vanished.", he explained, his hand absent-mindedly drifting to his stomach. Lard Nar read the previous coordinates, fascinated at the advanced style. Almost as advanced as a Vort teleporter, he thought.
'Dimension 52…I wonder…"
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