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We spent most of the walk to Bloaty's talking about Dib and his "earth-stink foolishness" at trying to expose Zim, but some of the time was about GS2 and how it is far superior to any other system. Apparently, Zim is big into videogames too. I thought I heard footsteps and occasional clicking sounds behind us, but whenever I turned and looked, there was never anything there.

After we got to Bloaty's and ordered a pepperoni pizza, I looked around like I always do, for security reasons. I don't trust anyone. I had to stifle a groan when I saw Dib sitting a few tables over wearing a very fake looking goatee and half-hiding behind a menu. With him was Marc, who was dressed as a girl with a curly blonde wig. The only problem with these disguises was that Marc desperately needed a shave. I tried to distract Zim so that he wouldn't see them, but it was already too late.

He turned to me with a slight frown and asked, "Gaz-human, is it normal for an earth-stink to follow his sister on a date?" When I told him that it wasn't, he started ranting that I was on the Dib beast's side and that nobody gets away with double-crossing the great ZIM! So I assured him that I wasn't helping Dib, and that I would make Dib pay when I got home. Thankfully, he believed me to be telling the truth and he didn't bring the subject up again until we were walking back to my house.

When we were standing on my doorstep, instead of saying goodnight or anything like that, Zim took a deep breath and said, "Gaz, unless you can get the Dib-stink to stay home when we go out, I don't think we should see each other anymore."

I just stood there for a moment, until I realized what he was saying. Then I went inside and slammed the door behind me, hoping I could get to my room before Dib saw me. Just inches away from my target, luck ran out. He took one look at my face and stopped trying to rig up whatever device he was working on.

"Gaz, what's wrong?"

"You should know, you caused it."

A nervous look crossed his face as he tried unsuccessfully to hide his goatee and camera behind his back. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"If you really must know," I said, "Zim broke up with me because of what you and Marc did."

"Gaz, I'm so sorry…"

"Save it, Dib. I don't want to hear it."

I went to my room and cried for the first time since my mom left when I was four.

An hour and a half later, I heard the phone ring and Dib picking it up. Must be Marc calling to gloat about how well their plan worked. Then why is Dib knocking on my door?

"Go away Dib. Haven't I suffered enough at your hands?"

"Gaz, phone. It's Zim."

I unlocked my door, pushed past Dib, and took the phone.

"H-hello?"

"Hi Gaz. This is ZIM!"

"I know, Dib told me."

"Oh. Well, we need to talk." Silence. "About earlier."

"Zim, it's almost midnight. Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"NO! The great ZIM does not wait for foolish Earth beasts. Unless you don't wish to talk with me?"

"Ok, keep your shirt on."

"Why would I take it off? There is no one here with which to mate."

"(Sigh) Zim, it's an expression."

"I knew that. ZIM knows everything."

"Yeah, whatever. So what did you need to talk about?"

"Not now on the phone. Can you meet me somewhere?"

"Like where?"

"Can you meet me at the skool? On the playground, in about ten minutes?"

"Ok. 'Bye."

"Gaz," said Dib as I hung up the phone and grabbed my jacket, "what happened? Where are you going?"

"Nothing happened for you to concern yourself with. And it's none of your business where I'm going. But if you follow me and if there's anything left of you when I'm done, you will wish that you had never been born. Do I make myself clear?"

Not waiting for a response, I walked out the door and to the park where Zim was waiting.


OK people, you know the drill. R+r, 'kay? Sorry I left it here, but I'm tired and have two papers I have to write, so I'll write more chapters later.