Read: Oh gross, another really short chapter. Sorry for the length and delay of this chapter. It was sort of hard to write. Anyway, here is your Johnny violence folks, so read and enjoy. Review too.

After an unappetizing lunch-break, the children scampered back to their classroom burrows. Dib walked into the classroom with a scowl on his face. Zim walked into the room with frown on his face. Johnny's face was blank, meaning he showed no emotion. Squee had a little mustard on his face, but before he could panic, Johnny pointed it out to him.

"Class," Ms. Bitters growled. "Your essays should now be completed. You will all take turns reading them out loud, so that the entire class can be bored by your ridiculous, undoubtedly influenced opinions."

"You said we had until the end of the day to finish." Dib pointed out.

"Silence!" Ms. Bitters snarled. "Dib, I'll have you go first, since you're already vomiting your voice into everyone's face. Get up here and speak."

Dib gulped, staring at his incomplete paper. He'd just have to improvise. He nervously got up from his desk, walked up to the front of the room, and began to read his paper.

"I believe that the worst thing about our planet is the people living in it…" He recited, not looking up from his paper. If he had, he might have noticed Johnny staring right at him, clearly interested in his chosen topic.

"People are very closed minded. They refuse to believe anything that doesn't fit completely with what is considered to be normal." That was all Dib had written. Dib's mind had wandered during the class period before lunch. This lamely explains why he only wrote 3 sentences.

"Like all of you!" He blurted out, losing all control of himself. "You just won't accept the fact that Zim is an alien! You can't stand to think that there are other beings out there, smarter, more advanced than us. You think you're all the center of the universe!"

The class groaned at this. "You're crazy!" Zita shouted, in her annoying, squeaky little monkey voice. Everyone laughed. Everyone except for Johnny that is. Squee didn't laugh either, but that's not really important.

"Weirdo!"

"Freak!"

"Alien boy!"

"Shiny pants!"

"Pointy hair!

"Stupid AUGGHH!"

Just as The Letter M was about recite his "Dib-Diss", a freshly-sharpened pencil shot through the air and stabbed him in the temple. Red fluid (blood) squirted out of the new opening like a little fountain. Only this wasn't the kind of fountain children frolicked in. It'd be really gross if kids were interested in this fountain.

Zita screamed as the Letter M collapsed to floor in a sticky red (still blood) heap. Squee squeaked a squeak of fright and hid underneath his desk. Zim observed the gore, not very sorry to have one less human to conquer. Of course, he had no idea who threw the pencil. Dib wasn't staring at The Letter M however. He stared at Johnny. Johnny had a pencil sharpener on his desk.

Johnny stared back at Dib. Their minds suddenly connected. Dib actually felt a little thankful that Johnny had defended him, although he had probably taken it a bit too far. Just as Dib opened his mouth to speak, Zita once again interjected.

"Dib actually killed someone with his craziness!"

Johnny shot up out of his seat and faced Zita.

"His craziness is not the cause of any deaths," Johnny grabbed a protractor from a nearby desk, holding it like a ninja star. "You've brought this upon yourselves. Your ignorance is ultimately your downfall." And at that, he threw the protractor right into Zita's throat, forever silencing that squeaky little voice of hers.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" a voice boomed from the front of the classroom. The ancient teacher glided over to Johnny and grabbed his ear. Johnny struggled to free himself, but he couldn't reach any learning tools to kill Ms. Bitters with. She towered over him, making threatening hissing sounds. It seemed as though her anger went beyond words. Even Johnny, an experienced serial killer, was frightened by this. I would be too, if I weren't the one writing for the menacing schoolteacher.

There's an old, not to mention annoying, saying that would definitely apply to what happened next. Johnny was literally "saved by the bell". Right when it looked like Ms. Bitters would bite his crazy little head off, the school bell screamed bloody murder, much like the students in the classroom were doing. Distracted by the bell, Ms. Bitters gave Johnny the ability to slip out of her grasp and run like hell. Johnny fleed as the other children packed up their supplies and headed home.


Because he had escaped so quickly, Johnny had gotten home at least 15 minutes earlier than Zim and Squee. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV when the fuming little alien barged through the front door. Squee trudged in after, still shivering from the day's trauma.

"You…" Zim hissed at Johnny. He couldn't remember the last time he was this angry. "You're never leaving the base again…"

Johnny shrugged. Squee hugged Shmee.


"So kids, how was school today?" A pre-recorded Membrane on a holo-screen asked his daughter and son at dinner.

"Well, Dib made a new enemy," Gaz said sarcastically as she ate her can of beans.

"No I didn't." Dib glared back at his sister and her beans. "Johnny's not my enemy."

"What is he then?" Gaz asked. She didn't actually care of course. She just liked taunting her older brother.

"I don't know," Dib ate some more beans. "But he's definitely not an enemy."