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Zim. Earth. Zim's Base.
Early Evening
Zim watched Dib leave his house from various monitors. It wasn't until Dib had reached the front door that he remembered to disarm his gnomes. The gnomes had already begun to converge on Dib, effectively blocking his path to the street, before they received the new command. 'Ignore Dib.'
He watched in amusement, as Dib's expression change from apprehension to surprise as Dib realized the lawn gnomes weren't going to attack him.
"Wow!" Zim chuckled a little to himself, "I never thought I'd do that!"
Perhaps this new friendship with the Dib human was a going to be a good thing. So far it hadn't been anything like his friendship with that annoying Keef. Maybe it was actually going to be fun. Dib had made a great adversary. He always kept the might Zim on his toes, always proved himself an enemy worthy of Zim, but how much better he would be as a friend. It would be good to have Dib on his side, to have someone worthy enough and intelligent enough to hold conversations with. Plus, Dib would be very helpful fighting this new threat, the Neplotn. He forced that last thought from his mind as he looked down at his ruined uniform and began to pick at the tape residue. To bad this friendship had to have such a sticky start.
"Maybe I should have let the gnomes get him one last time. It would be good revenge for him ruining my uniform and stuff." Zim smirked, "He should be grateful Zim is in a generous mood."
"Computer!" Zim demanded as he continued picking at his uniform. "Give me a new uniform"
As an afterthought he added, "and some cleansing chalk."
"Can't get you a new uniform!" The computer unenthused voice stated as a chunk of cleansing chalk fell from the ceiling, landing next to Zim's feet.
Zim stopped picking and looked up. What?" He nearly yelled, "Why Not?"
"You used the last of your uniforms up this morning with the ketchup incident." The computer sighed. "You don't have a clean one."
Zim blinked, then clenched his fists in outrage.
This time, Zim did yell. "WELL, WHY DIDN'T YOU CLEAN ONE?"
"Well duh," The computer snorted, "you didn't tell me to.'"
"DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING?" Zim shook his fist in the air for emphasis. "CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING BY YOUR SELF, YOU USELESS PIECE OF SLURGE?"
"Hey," The computer responded, actually sounding hurt. "I don't call you names. And besides, you told me never to do your laundry unless you told me to. Something about not wanting to waste my resources on such mundane things like that when I could be of better use keeping the base germ free, human free, and monitoring your rat/laser/chicken experiments. You said so."
Zim took a deep breath and held it, struggling to regain control of his temper before he broke something.
After a moment he let it out slowly and spoke to the computer in a barely controlled voice. "I did say that, didn't I.," His anger got the best of him again and he bellowed, "BUT THAT WAS WHEN YOU WERE WASHING THEM TWICE A DAY. AND THEY WEREN'T EVEN DIRTY!"
"Geez," the computer responded, obviously still offended, "You were the one that said an Invader's appearance should command respect, and his uniform should always be clean and orderly. I was just doing that for you!"
Zim closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. A headache loomed in the background threatening to make an appearance. Obviously this discussion wasn't going to get him a clean uniform.
"Look." He started again, his voice registering resignation. "How long until I can have a clean uniform."
"Oh, that's easy!" The computer stated in a sickeningly cheerful voice. "Ten Earth Minutes. Do you want one?"
Zim growled. "Yes!"
"Okay then!" It responded with the same mocking cheerfulness.
Zim swore he could hear smirking in that voice. Sometimes he hated that computer. If he ever found time, Zim told himself, (for the millionth time in so many days), he was going to change the personality chip in that thing.
With one last defeated sigh, Zim turned his attention towards GIR. If he was going to have to wait for a clean uniform, he might as well get some work done.
GIR stood by the now forgotten cleansing chalk repeatedly squeezing a rubber piggy. He was composing a made up song about mongooses, with the squeaks from the pig keeping an odd rhythmic beat.
"Now GIR," Zim said in a stern voice, commanding the small robot's undivided attention, "I want you to remember with your brain, what exactly did the Leprechauns look like."
GIR dropped the rubber piggy and his eyes flashed a brief red as he processed the command. Zim watched as GIR's gaze shifted from him to somewhere above his head. He pointed a small metal finger towards his gaze.
Surprised and more than a little fearful, Zim turned around and looked to where GIR was pointing. His fear turned to outright terror as he noticed the outline of a tall shadowy figure looming over him. He tried to make out the features of this towering monstrosity, only to be rewarded with a brilliant flashing light, blinding him. Zim gave an uncontrollable screech, his gloved hands quickly covering his eyes. He involuntarily stumbled backwards, tripping over something. Perhaps it was GIR, since he hadn't moved yet, or maybe it was the forgotten cleansing chalk. Either way, Zim tripped, and fell flat on his back. His head hit the ground with a sickening thud, making the headache that had been hanging in the background rise to a full-blown pounder.
Ignoring the pain, Zim struggled to sit up, but froze when he heard a sound.
A voice came from somewhere above him. "Hello Zim!" It sounded frighteningly familiar.
He screamed as two huge hands grabbed under his arms and lifted him up.
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Zim. Earth. Zim's Base.
Early Evening
Zim watched Dib leave his house from various monitors. It wasn't until Dib had reached the front door that he remembered to disarm his gnomes. The gnomes had already begun to converge on Dib, effectively blocking his path to the street, before they received the new command. 'Ignore Dib.'
He watched in amusement, as Dib's expression change from apprehension to surprise as Dib realized the lawn gnomes weren't going to attack him.
"Wow!" Zim chuckled a little to himself, "I never thought I'd do that!"
Perhaps this new friendship with the Dib human was a going to be a good thing. So far it hadn't been anything like his friendship with that annoying Keef. Maybe it was actually going to be fun. Dib had made a great adversary. He always kept the might Zim on his toes, always proved himself an enemy worthy of Zim, but how much better he would be as a friend. It would be good to have Dib on his side, to have someone worthy enough and intelligent enough to hold conversations with. Plus, Dib would be very helpful fighting this new threat, the Neplotn. He forced that last thought from his mind as he looked down at his ruined uniform and began to pick at the tape residue. To bad this friendship had to have such a sticky start.
"Maybe I should have let the gnomes get him one last time. It would be good revenge for him ruining my uniform and stuff." Zim smirked, "He should be grateful Zim is in a generous mood."
"Computer!" Zim demanded as he continued picking at his uniform. "Give me a new uniform"
As an afterthought he added, "and some cleansing chalk."
"Can't get you a new uniform!" The computer unenthused voice stated as a chunk of cleansing chalk fell from the ceiling, landing next to Zim's feet.
Zim stopped picking and looked up. What?" He nearly yelled, "Why Not?"
"You used the last of your uniforms up this morning with the ketchup incident." The computer sighed. "You don't have a clean one."
Zim blinked, then clenched his fists in outrage.
This time, Zim did yell. "WELL, WHY DIDN'T YOU CLEAN ONE?"
"Well duh," The computer snorted, "you didn't tell me to.'"
"DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING?" Zim shook his fist in the air for emphasis. "CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING BY YOUR SELF, YOU USELESS PIECE OF SLURGE?"
"Hey," The computer responded, actually sounding hurt. "I don't call you names. And besides, you told me never to do your laundry unless you told me to. Something about not wanting to waste my resources on such mundane things like that when I could be of better use keeping the base germ free, human free, and monitoring your rat/laser/chicken experiments. You said so."
Zim took a deep breath and held it, struggling to regain control of his temper before he broke something.
After a moment he let it out slowly and spoke to the computer in a barely controlled voice. "I did say that, didn't I.," His anger got the best of him again and he bellowed, "BUT THAT WAS WHEN YOU WERE WASHING THEM TWICE A DAY. AND THEY WEREN'T EVEN DIRTY!"
"Geez," the computer responded, obviously still offended, "You were the one that said an Invader's appearance should command respect, and his uniform should always be clean and orderly. I was just doing that for you!"
Zim closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. A headache loomed in the background threatening to make an appearance. Obviously this discussion wasn't going to get him a clean uniform.
"Look." He started again, his voice registering resignation. "How long until I can have a clean uniform."
"Oh, that's easy!" The computer stated in a sickeningly cheerful voice. "Ten Earth Minutes. Do you want one?"
Zim growled. "Yes!"
"Okay then!" It responded with the same mocking cheerfulness.
Zim swore he could hear smirking in that voice. Sometimes he hated that computer. If he ever found time, Zim told himself, (for the millionth time in so many days), he was going to change the personality chip in that thing.
With one last defeated sigh, Zim turned his attention towards GIR. If he was going to have to wait for a clean uniform, he might as well get some work done.
GIR stood by the now forgotten cleansing chalk repeatedly squeezing a rubber piggy. He was composing a made up song about mongooses, with the squeaks from the pig keeping an odd rhythmic beat.
"Now GIR," Zim said in a stern voice, commanding the small robot's undivided attention, "I want you to remember with your brain, what exactly did the Leprechauns look like."
GIR dropped the rubber piggy and his eyes flashed a brief red as he processed the command. Zim watched as GIR's gaze shifted from him to somewhere above his head. He pointed a small metal finger towards his gaze.
Surprised and more than a little fearful, Zim turned around and looked to where GIR was pointing. His fear turned to outright terror as he noticed the outline of a tall shadowy figure looming over him. He tried to make out the features of this towering monstrosity, only to be rewarded with a brilliant flashing light, blinding him. Zim gave an uncontrollable screech, his gloved hands quickly covering his eyes. He involuntarily stumbled backwards, tripping over something. Perhaps it was GIR, since he hadn't moved yet, or maybe it was the forgotten cleansing chalk. Either way, Zim tripped, and fell flat on his back. His head hit the ground with a sickening thud, making the headache that had been hanging in the background rise to a full-blown pounder.
Ignoring the pain, Zim struggled to sit up, but froze when he heard a sound.
A voice came from somewhere above him. "Hello Zim!" It sounded frighteningly familiar.
He screamed as two huge hands grabbed under his arms and lifted him up.