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Zim. Earth.
Day One.
Zim looked up from his notes on the genetic sequencer and blinked a couple times. He had been staring at the results of the many tests he had performed throughout the night for several human hours now and his eyes were blurry. None of the results made any since. He knew something had been in the labs, something besides GIR anyway, but the genetic sequencer failed to provide any solid evidence. He though it would have at least proved his theory that Dib had somehow managed to breach his security within the last few weeks, and was messing with his experiments and his technological stuff, but no. He had cleaned the base in-depth last month, removing any germs or filthy earth grime, the base was essentially Dib germ free. If Dib had been in here since then, he would have known by now. So far, the genetic sequencer had only detected him.
GIR, out of his dog disguise and holding a ketchup drenched hot dog, watched Zim as he set the Irkan notepad down and picked up the genetic sequencer.
"Stupid Klezden technology!" Zim grumped angrily. "Even superior Irkan technology can't fix this."
He was about to throw it in a corner when an idea entered his mind, an ingeniously evil plan. A slow smirk crossed his face as he cradled the genetic sequencer to his chest.
"Yes Dib, you will soon fall the mighty power that is ZIM!" Zim said, his voice growing to a triumphant yell. "Bwaahahahahaha..AAHH! GIR!"
The little robot had bit into the hotdog and fresh ketchup had splattered onto Zim's uniform.
"Great GIR. Now I have to clean this before I go to skool." Zim frowned at his advanced SIR unit. "You're making me late for skool, again!"
GIR looked at him blankly for a moment, then looked to his left. His optics lit up for a moment before he screamed "Leprechaun. Wait.", and ran past Zim before he could react.
Watching GIR's retreating back, Zim shook his head. There were no leprechauns. There was nothing there but his rat/laser/chicken experiments. With a sigh he set the genetic sequencer down and headed towards the elevator. His brilliant plan would have to wait; he had to get ready for skool. The wrath of Mrs. Bitters was not something he wished to evoke. Besides, he had to work out all of the details before he put his plan into action. After all, didn't the humans always say, "Patience is a virtue"? Whatever that meant.
Zim. Earth. Skool.
Day Two.
Zim sat in his chair staring aimlessly towards Dibs empty desk as he vaguely wondered why he was still there. He had actually made it to skool on time, only to have to listen to Mrs. Bitters drone on about the doomed state of the world's doomed economy. It had been an exceptionally boring speech, involving more of the word 'doom' than anything else in the earthen vocabulary.
His main thoughts were concerning Dib. Dib was typically late so at first it didn't bother the Irkan. On a normal day Dib would run into the classroom shortly after the bell rang, spilling out tales of vampire hamsters, or bigfeets, or whatever, but today, it was ten minutes into class time and he still hadn't showed.
Although Zim wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially not himself, he was worried. He had grown use to Dib's obnoxious obsessive interferences. With Dib gone, he found himself worried that Dib was planning something really bad against him, or that something bad had happened to Dib, something that he, Zim, didn't do. And that would be bad.
With curiosity burning in his very brain, he ventured to raise his hand.
Mrs. Bitters snarled at him.
"Yes Zim." The words cut like poison from her lips.
Zim flinched back in slight fear before composing himself. Jumping to his feet he said "Mrs. Bitters, Sir!. I have a mighty need." Before he could finish, Dib stumbled into the room.
"Dib! Your late!" Mrs. Bitters barked.
Dib flinched. "Sorry Mrs. Bitters. I wasn't feeling very well this morning."
"What? Not vampire moles or zombie squirrels? That's a poor excuse, Dib." She hissed, "Now, Take your seat."
She turned towards Zim. "Now Zim, What did you want."
Zim lowered his eyes under her glare for a moment and sat back down on the seat. She scared him more than any of his old training officers on Devastis ever could. "Nothing Mrs. Bitters, Sir. My mighty need has passed." He answered, glancing at her.
Mrs. Bitters let out a cross between a humph and a growl before turning to the class.
"Now, poor doomed children, we can see first hand why our society is doomed to be nothing more than a void of mindless minion serving an ungrateful society with their useless doomed lives."
And with that spout of depressing nonsense she once again began to drone on about the doomed economy of a doomed world.
As Mrs. Bitters once again spewed her negative philosophy on her captive audience, Zim dared to steel a look at Dib. Dib sat rubbing his eyes under his glasses. The human looked worse for wear, a fact that didn't necessarily not please Zim, but upon closer look, Zim noticed something about Dib that did bother him. It was something that he had been noticing for quite some time but wasn't sure if it was really true, or some odd optical illusion. Something he now knew was different, something he knew he had to get to the bottom of, and soon.
Zim. Earth.
Day One.
Zim looked up from his notes on the genetic sequencer and blinked a couple times. He had been staring at the results of the many tests he had performed throughout the night for several human hours now and his eyes were blurry. None of the results made any since. He knew something had been in the labs, something besides GIR anyway, but the genetic sequencer failed to provide any solid evidence. He though it would have at least proved his theory that Dib had somehow managed to breach his security within the last few weeks, and was messing with his experiments and his technological stuff, but no. He had cleaned the base in-depth last month, removing any germs or filthy earth grime, the base was essentially Dib germ free. If Dib had been in here since then, he would have known by now. So far, the genetic sequencer had only detected him.
GIR, out of his dog disguise and holding a ketchup drenched hot dog, watched Zim as he set the Irkan notepad down and picked up the genetic sequencer.
"Stupid Klezden technology!" Zim grumped angrily. "Even superior Irkan technology can't fix this."
He was about to throw it in a corner when an idea entered his mind, an ingeniously evil plan. A slow smirk crossed his face as he cradled the genetic sequencer to his chest.
"Yes Dib, you will soon fall the mighty power that is ZIM!" Zim said, his voice growing to a triumphant yell. "Bwaahahahahaha..AAHH! GIR!"
The little robot had bit into the hotdog and fresh ketchup had splattered onto Zim's uniform.
"Great GIR. Now I have to clean this before I go to skool." Zim frowned at his advanced SIR unit. "You're making me late for skool, again!"
GIR looked at him blankly for a moment, then looked to his left. His optics lit up for a moment before he screamed "Leprechaun. Wait.", and ran past Zim before he could react.
Watching GIR's retreating back, Zim shook his head. There were no leprechauns. There was nothing there but his rat/laser/chicken experiments. With a sigh he set the genetic sequencer down and headed towards the elevator. His brilliant plan would have to wait; he had to get ready for skool. The wrath of Mrs. Bitters was not something he wished to evoke. Besides, he had to work out all of the details before he put his plan into action. After all, didn't the humans always say, "Patience is a virtue"? Whatever that meant.
Zim. Earth. Skool.
Day Two.
Zim sat in his chair staring aimlessly towards Dibs empty desk as he vaguely wondered why he was still there. He had actually made it to skool on time, only to have to listen to Mrs. Bitters drone on about the doomed state of the world's doomed economy. It had been an exceptionally boring speech, involving more of the word 'doom' than anything else in the earthen vocabulary.
His main thoughts were concerning Dib. Dib was typically late so at first it didn't bother the Irkan. On a normal day Dib would run into the classroom shortly after the bell rang, spilling out tales of vampire hamsters, or bigfeets, or whatever, but today, it was ten minutes into class time and he still hadn't showed.
Although Zim wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially not himself, he was worried. He had grown use to Dib's obnoxious obsessive interferences. With Dib gone, he found himself worried that Dib was planning something really bad against him, or that something bad had happened to Dib, something that he, Zim, didn't do. And that would be bad.
With curiosity burning in his very brain, he ventured to raise his hand.
Mrs. Bitters snarled at him.
"Yes Zim." The words cut like poison from her lips.
Zim flinched back in slight fear before composing himself. Jumping to his feet he said "Mrs. Bitters, Sir!. I have a mighty need." Before he could finish, Dib stumbled into the room.
"Dib! Your late!" Mrs. Bitters barked.
Dib flinched. "Sorry Mrs. Bitters. I wasn't feeling very well this morning."
"What? Not vampire moles or zombie squirrels? That's a poor excuse, Dib." She hissed, "Now, Take your seat."
She turned towards Zim. "Now Zim, What did you want."
Zim lowered his eyes under her glare for a moment and sat back down on the seat. She scared him more than any of his old training officers on Devastis ever could. "Nothing Mrs. Bitters, Sir. My mighty need has passed." He answered, glancing at her.
Mrs. Bitters let out a cross between a humph and a growl before turning to the class.
"Now, poor doomed children, we can see first hand why our society is doomed to be nothing more than a void of mindless minion serving an ungrateful society with their useless doomed lives."
And with that spout of depressing nonsense she once again began to drone on about the doomed economy of a doomed world.
As Mrs. Bitters once again spewed her negative philosophy on her captive audience, Zim dared to steel a look at Dib. Dib sat rubbing his eyes under his glasses. The human looked worse for wear, a fact that didn't necessarily not please Zim, but upon closer look, Zim noticed something about Dib that did bother him. It was something that he had been noticing for quite some time but wasn't sure if it was really true, or some odd optical illusion. Something he now knew was different, something he knew he had to get to the bottom of, and soon.