I leaned on one of the poles that kept the booth standing, and watched the people go by. So far I had seen no more than six of any given species. Mom was doing much the same thing, and Dib was looking very bored. Zim had been gone for about twenty minutes now, and we were starting to wonder when he would get back.
Then, getting an idea, I went back around the other side of the booth, slipping out of view. A thin murmur of garbled words floated out to me and I pressed my ear against the material of the walls, listening for anything at all. A tiny voice that used to be called my sanity, but now doubled as a conscious, whispered that what I was doing was bad, but I suppressed it, like always. Listening to your sanity leads to normality, AKA death.
"-figured maybe you were dead or something, I mean after all that on the Massive,"
"I don't want to start going over dead history with you, Jhonen. I just want to get everyone somewhere safe, and maybe Dib to, but that's where I'm willing to compromise."
"But, seriously, man. All the rumors about you. You should hear them. Some guy told me you took down fifty of the Massive gaurds in one shot."
"I only took down five. The other forty five wet themselves and ran off screaming."
"Really? Come on, tell me all the cool stuff that I'll never get to do."
"I don't even know what I did. It's all programming. They were going to kill me, and I had to get away. They trained me for ten years to be an invader, and I just used what they taught me."
"They say you took off into space in a cardboard box."
"Now you're just being stupid."
"You're going to be legend, man. Seriously. No one has ever been on the run from the Irken armada for more than a month, and you've been running for twelve years. Twelve YEARS! My memory doesn't even go back that far."
"You are really being stupid now."
"But how do you do it? How can you just be running all the time?"
"I can't. And that's why I need you."
"What do you need from me anyway? You never did say. Remember, I owe you one life-saving favor, and nothing more than that."
"I'm going back to the Massive, to do one thing, and then I'll never have to run again."
"You can't take on the Massive. Now who's being stupid."
"I can. I did it before. And now I've got another soldier to help me."
"Who? You've got a woman, a kid, and a giant-headed dork."
"Wrong. I've got Gaz, lord of all evil doom, a giant-headed dork, and a soldier."
"What the hell are you talking about? That kid would be thirty before you can teach him all the things an Irken needs to know just to fly a ship."
"Wrong again. This kid's amazing. He went through the graduation test for the Irken military and passed better than bout fifty percent of them. I put a PAK on him. I can download it with everything he'll ever need to know, and this."
Whatever 'this' was, I couldn't tell, but I didn't care anyway. I was feeling really sick to my stomach.
"You're set man! So what do you want from me?" I pulled away from the fabric, and rushed back to the front of the booth.
"Mom!" I shouted. "Mom, we have to get out of here, right now. It's Zim, he"
I didn't get to finish, because at that moment, Zim himself stepped out from the booth, looking like he had everything in the world.
"Come on," he said, looking at me. "We have something very very important to take care of."
And then I remembered no one could understand me.

OH MY GOD! The deception! Who saw that coming? Not me, for one.
They say if you have a good character, they do things on their own. This is true, as I have just discovered. Crap. I had a whole story line worked out, too.
This story is dedicated to the following motto: Concentrate on today, ignore tomorrow, and give yesterday the finger.
If anyone can figure out which other person's story this is in, they get to be in another chapter!
Hint: Weasels.
HAPPY PROBING DAY EVERYBODY!( March 12)
YOU FAIL INSPECTION!
YOu get a pummelling.