Acknowledgements: Thank you readers and reviewers! I know I must sound
like a broken record by now but well it can't be helped. I feel compelled
to express my gratitude to you all. THANK YOU! As usual, special thanks
goes to my reviewers. Thank you, Maran Zelde! I am glad you enjoyed the
last chapter. The next chapter will deal a little bit more with Gir's
adventures in the Neplotn stronghold. I hope I can capture his insanity
with at least some dignity to his creator. As for your inquiry of the
energy thing, I am basing the chaotic probability enhancer on a loose
mixture of the chaos theory, the butterfly theory and the pinball effect,
of how one thing leads indirectly to a seemingly unrelated or random
outcome. Every action, no matter how seemingly irreverent and unassuming
controls every aspect of every outcome. Some are easy to connect, like the
belch of a cow leading to a hole in the ozone layer, but others are
subtler, like the flap of a butterfly's wings affecting the weather in
another part of the world, even to the extent of causing a flood or
drought. Or something like that, I've never been very good at explaining
scientific theories. Anyway, I'm guessing that if one can somehow control
the unknown variances that affect the outcome of any situation, than one
can control the future. This idea was based on "Bad, Bad Rubber Piggy" and
Zim's insatiable desire to try and control Dib's future, doomed failure
that is was. Farfetched as it sounds, the energy thingy is a
representation of a 'sort of' physical manifestation of something that can
control these chaotic variables. Hope that helps explain the significance
of the energy thingy. Eh, my brain itches. DibMagician, Thank you! I hope
this chapter gave some insight as to what happened to Dib. I have a few
answers buried in here. I am glad you enjoying this tale so and hope it
continues to get better. Kitkat the great. Thank you! But now you made
me want to live on the red planet. I wanna live on Mars. But then, I'd
probably still be so busy that time would be an issue there too. -_-
Besides, I don't know if I could handle living in the claustrophobic
confines of a space station. I'd miss the rain, the mountains, the wide
open fields, the large bodies of salty water, the....well, you get the
picture. I guess its best I deal with the time I've got. I need a time
manager. Ckret2, Ooohh, doubleplusgood? Wow! Thanks! But now I have
to try even harder. That's hard to beat. I'm glad you are enjoying this
so. It makes me happy, very much so. As for your curiosity, I hope what I
wrote to Maran Zelda helps clarify a thing or two concerning the CPE. If
not, let me know and I'll try to explain it better. I'm not that good at
explaining scientific things. And no, I'm not going to tell you about
Dib's strange bit of Irken machinery. That is up to you to figure out.
Puzzles aren't fun if the answers are handed to you. I only divulged
information about the CPE because I wasn't sure where to fit it into the
story. As I have promised earlier, any question will be answered
eventually. Kippixin, Thank you for complimenting me on using the
chapter names. I want to use words that hold some meanings to the
chapters, but it isn't as easy as I thought it would be. I'm sorry you had
to backtrack to remember what has happened. I can't seem to post these any
faster. I try, but I fail miserably. I'm trying to post this and ATNK
alternately. ATNK is almost over, though, so I will be concentrating on
this story only within the next few chapters. Darqx, Thank you! I try to
keep everyone as IC as I can and still tell the twisted tale. Being an
alternate universe from the original one, it can prove hairy at times. I
think your review was great. It definitely made my day. Thank you, Paula!
Welcome to ffn. Glad to clear up that whole 'chapters' thingy. Hope you
have had more time to explore. There are some pretty cool stories out
there. Perhaps you should be the one to do a comparison. Neh? Might
prove interesting. Dragon Of The Rose, Thank You! Glad you like it. As
you requested, here is MORE!
(Geez, I'm long winded today!) Yay! I'm watching 'Hampstergeddon' on Nicktoons!
"NO Don't fear the Peepi, fear me! Fear MEE!" -Zim
Disclaimer: Este el creacion del Jhonen Vasquez, no yo. Comprende? (Mochas Gracias Senor Vasquez!) No es mio y quejandos no se remediara la situacion. Eh, sorry, I know my Spanish bites. -_- No hablo espanol por trece anos y no requerdo nada. Can you tell?
Hope you enjoy this chapter. It holds some answers.
Zim Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown
Zim groaned as a painful shock ran through him, forcing him into consciousness. By the fact that his body still tingled and his pak was running a diagnostic, reaffirming that he was indeed alive, Zim knew that his pak had saved him yet again. Throughout his long life, his pak had reactivated and rebooted his system plenty of times; most recently when he had the misfortune of running into the deadly waves of stupidness that GIR had been emitting when he was playing with the power amplifier.
Zim lay still for a second, thinking of the events that led to his reactivation. A weak smirk made its way on his face as he remembered his success. GIR was free. Now the chaotic-thingy inside him could do its....chaoticy-thingy stuff and get him out of here.
If all goes well now, they won't know what hit them.
He stated his triumph for all to hear:
"Victory for Zim!"
The sudden noise came as a surprise. Zim hadn't even been aware that the room had been silent. Now, the stupid Neplotn stinkbeasts were chatting at each other to find GIR, tie him up, and numerous other things. Oddly, they all sounded a little like Dib. .Zim felt the scientists tying him up again, but didn't have the energy to fight them. He didn't need to, really, not with the energy thingy free to do it's thing. If it was as smart as the Neplotn thought, all he had to do was wait.
Two of the closer voices were arguing about taping his mouth. They, too, sounded a lot like Dib, but Zim could hear a quiet underlying conversation as they talked, something that sounded like their foreign tongue. It reminded Zim of when GIR was watching some Spanish human TV show, and decided to translate the characters' words into English as they spoke. Confused, Zim tried to listen to the faint, odd, untranslatable conversation, but the Dibbish voices talking over it made it nearly impossible.
"I'm telling you though, if we keep doing this, the poor Irken isn't going to have a mouth." The first voice argued. "You saw how it was bleeding after he took the tape off. That can't be good."
The second voice's response was almost vicious. "So do YOU want to explain to Gaz why the Irken's mouth isn't taped? Huh? HUH? Yeah, didn't think so."
Zim heard a defeated sigh, then winced as tape was slapped, once again, over his tender mouth.
Zim felt himself being lifted up into the air and tucked under an arm.
"Hey!" The second voice shouted over the noise of the other scientists. "Hey! Listen up!"
He waited until they quieted down before he spoke again. "I'm taking the Irken to nazre lilk skos. I want the rest of you to go find Gir. We need him there when we give the injections. And I'm sure NONE of you want to tell Gaz or the professor why Gir isn't there, do you?!"
There was a general sound of agreement.
"Good!" The voice said, followed closely by the sound of chairs being pushed against a carpet and shuffling feet.
Zim was surprised when he felt himself being laid down on the floor, a soft plushy thing. And was even more surprised when he heard the door shut. He had expected the Neplotn holding him to follow the others out of the door, taking him to his doom. Now, he wasn't sure what to think.
In the sudden silence, Zim heard what he thought was the tapping of buttons. He jumped slightly as the silence was cut by A tinny Dibbish voice sounded from somewhere above him.
"This better be good."
Again Zim thought he could hear a quiet foreign conversation underneath the main one.
"It is sir." The Neplotn's own Dibbish voice responded. "I am taking the Irken now to have the injections. I thought you'd like to know."
"And the Irken can't translate this language?" The tinny voice sounded irritated.
"No sir!" Came the response. "This language is untranslatable in all dimensions' universal translators. His included. He won't understand it unless we teach it to him and I seriously doubt anyone will have the time."
Zim closed his useless eyes, trying to sort out what he had just heard. How could he understand what they were saying if he wasn't suppose to understand what they were saying? It didn't make sense. Unless....the chaotic energy thingy was letting him understand it somehow. Perhaps that had something to do with them all sounding something sort of like Dib.
"Good! Good!" The tinny voice replied, satisfied. "So tell me, did you modify the controlling device I have sent you with the new specifications as I have requested?"
There was a slight rustle of cloth before the Neplotn answered.
"Yes sir!"
"Excellent!" The tinny voice hissed. An unconscious shudder ran down Zim's spine at the evil sound. "Bring it to me after you witness the Irken's injections."
"Yes sir!"
"And what of the nano-bots I have sent you? Did you follow my instructions?"
The question was followed by a very brief pause. Absently, Zim thought about how soft the carpet felt and how nice it would be to just curl up and sleep. He desperately wanted this to all be a horribly, GIR-made waffle induced nightmare.
"Yes, yes, this is good!" The tinny voice oozed with smug confidence, interrupting Zim from his hopeless daydream. The diabolical laughter that followed caused Zim to shiver in fear once more.
"The nano-bots I gave you to mix in with the others are specially designed control-bots, my greatest creation against our common enemy yet. When they are injected into the Irken along with the regular CPE scanner-monitors, I will be able to control this ZIM. When the DIB and ZIM creatures are getting ready to free us from this 'Nosferotz' threat, Gaz and Membrane will be there to watch."
"Sir!" the Neplotn interrupted. "How do you know Gaz and the professor will be there?"
"Don't interrupt" The tinny voice screached. "I know they will. Vanity will force them to be present when their creations prove their worth to the Neplotn council. Anyway, while they are watching the defeat of this so- called menace, 'I' will use the controller and force the ZIM to eliminate our greatest foes. He will destroy them all, Gaz, Membrane, and their annoying pet DIB. With them gone and the ZIM under our command, we will control the earth and the future of all Neplotn. With the earth under our control, the council will be forced to take us seriously. We will rule the main transit to the all universes, and those pitifully inferior universes will be ours for the taking, just as our forefathers envisioned. THE NEPLOTN WILL RULE THEM ALLLL! Ahahahahahaha!"
Terror consumed Zim's thoughts. He squirmed and curled in pain as a feeling of hopeless dread clenched its icy grip around his squeedly spooch. When his own leaders had practically handed him to the Neplotn, he had been horribly frightened. He thought it couldn't get any worse. But then he learned the truth about his crazy feelings and desires for destruction. He was terrified about having some sentient energy thing controlling his actions, but having GIR around, to dampen the CPE's powers had given him at least some form of comfort, some feelings of being in control. Now he was petrified. The thought of mini control-bots inside him, controlling him like he had controlled Dib's arms and hands when he forced Dib to destroy the incriminating disc he had been planning to send to Mysterious Mysteries, was beyond terrifying. He needed to escape before they injected him, but how? He silently begged for the chaotic thingy to do something before then. Didn't it understand the consequences? He, the mighty Zim, would be reduced to a pathetic puppet, a foul and twisted Zimmy weapon of doom for the evil Neplotn of his smeet-hood nightmares. Why wasn't the chaotic thingy to doing something to get them out of this mess? If they controlled him, they would control the CPE too, wouldn't they?
"But what if they notice we planted the control-bots?" the Neplotn interrupted Zim's tormented thoughts. "Won't they be able to stop it?"
"Didn't you follow the instructions I gave you?" the tinny voice sounded irritated.
"Yes, but..." the response was a little whiney.
"Gaz and Membrane won't know until it is to late." The tinny voice paused for a moment. "And even if they did find out before they are faced with their scheduled doom, it would be too late. They would have already injected the ZIM with the control-bots. They won't be able to interfere with our plans unless they kill the ZIM, which they won't. He is far too valuable to the council. Being the only host to survive housing the CPE proves that. His very existence is an enigma far to great to just throw away. No one knows how he has lived this long or how he can contain the CPE with such success. They won't kill him until they know the answers. No, the only way they could stop us from controlling ZIM is with a V-Gz gyrostabilizer's micro-plasmic engine. It is the only thing capable of disrupting the nano-bot's variance frequencies. Since they are dangerous, horribly outdated and aren't readily available, Gaz and Membrane wouldn't be able to locate one without requesting a special order or searching that Irken garbage planet Dirt for old Voot Cruisers. You did destroy all of the Irken's supply of V-Gz gyrostabilizers didn't you? Including the one in his Voot Cruiser?"
"Yes sir!" The Neplotn answered. "The Irken only had one, sir, the one in his Voot Cruiser. I scanned the base and space station myself. He didn't have any spares."
Zim opened his unseeing eyes as hope mixed with mild confusion filled his mind. He did have a spare one. He was sure he did. It was on the base, stored in one of the many boxes of Voot Cruiser spare parts. He tried to think of when he saw it last. It was when he dug through the boxes for pieces essential for his monthly Voot Cruiser maintenance. It wasn't that long ago, just right before he had found out about being tagged, sometime shortly before Dib offered his friendship. Yes, he recalled seeing it then, stuffed in the box he was carrying when Dib broke into the house. He didn't know why the Neplotn hadn't found it. Maybe GIR took it somewhere. He hoped frantically that GIR didn't break it or eat it or something equally GIRishly damaging. If they didn't know the spare existed, and GIR didn't destroy it, then there was still some hope.
"Hmmm!" the tinny voice reflected. "Odd that he wouldn't have a back up. As I have said, those things are hard to come by. Even special orders for antique cruisers take at least three days. But then, this ZIM creature is an idiot. Probably didn't think his would ever go out. They usually don't you know. Very reliable, if a bit out-dated. Vortan technology at it's finest."
At this, all thoughts of fear vanished as Zim felt a wave of anger and indignity ran through him. Unfortunately, anger clouded Zim's good judgment. It was a good thing his mouth was taped or he would have told them off, his arrogance and ego giving away his secrets and only hope for freedom.
'You thing Zim would not think to have a spare of such a rare thing? You stupid fools! I am not an idiot. I AM ZIM!'
With an angry vengeance, Zim fought against his bonds. He fed his anger like a starved Irken. It was better than being afraid. Zim hated being afraid. Fear was a sign of weakness. He fueled his angry towards the Stupid Neplotn for doing this to him. He fueled his anger at the stupid chaotic energy thingy for not doing anything to help him, but mostly, he fueled his anger at himself for being too weak to do anything. He hated having to rely on anything, especially something that didn't seem to want to help him, even when it meant helping itself.
A heavy foot pressed against him, pinning him immobile to the floor. This only served to fuel Zim's anger. In his head, Zim screamed his indignity.
"Sorry sir." The owner of the foot muttered. "The Irken seems to be getting a bit impatient."
"Fine." The tinny voice responded. "This has taken too long. Take the Irken to get his shots before they begin to suspect something. I need to get back to work. I have much to do before they get here. Call me when your done and I will set up a meeting to get the controller."
"Yes sir!" came the response and with a dizzying speed, Zim felt himself being lifted once more. Within seconds they were out the door heading towards his doom.
(Geez, I'm long winded today!) Yay! I'm watching 'Hampstergeddon' on Nicktoons!
"NO Don't fear the Peepi, fear me! Fear MEE!" -Zim
Disclaimer: Este el creacion del Jhonen Vasquez, no yo. Comprende? (Mochas Gracias Senor Vasquez!) No es mio y quejandos no se remediara la situacion. Eh, sorry, I know my Spanish bites. -_- No hablo espanol por trece anos y no requerdo nada. Can you tell?
Hope you enjoy this chapter. It holds some answers.
Zim Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown
Zim groaned as a painful shock ran through him, forcing him into consciousness. By the fact that his body still tingled and his pak was running a diagnostic, reaffirming that he was indeed alive, Zim knew that his pak had saved him yet again. Throughout his long life, his pak had reactivated and rebooted his system plenty of times; most recently when he had the misfortune of running into the deadly waves of stupidness that GIR had been emitting when he was playing with the power amplifier.
Zim lay still for a second, thinking of the events that led to his reactivation. A weak smirk made its way on his face as he remembered his success. GIR was free. Now the chaotic-thingy inside him could do its....chaoticy-thingy stuff and get him out of here.
If all goes well now, they won't know what hit them.
He stated his triumph for all to hear:
"Victory for Zim!"
The sudden noise came as a surprise. Zim hadn't even been aware that the room had been silent. Now, the stupid Neplotn stinkbeasts were chatting at each other to find GIR, tie him up, and numerous other things. Oddly, they all sounded a little like Dib. .Zim felt the scientists tying him up again, but didn't have the energy to fight them. He didn't need to, really, not with the energy thingy free to do it's thing. If it was as smart as the Neplotn thought, all he had to do was wait.
Two of the closer voices were arguing about taping his mouth. They, too, sounded a lot like Dib, but Zim could hear a quiet underlying conversation as they talked, something that sounded like their foreign tongue. It reminded Zim of when GIR was watching some Spanish human TV show, and decided to translate the characters' words into English as they spoke. Confused, Zim tried to listen to the faint, odd, untranslatable conversation, but the Dibbish voices talking over it made it nearly impossible.
"I'm telling you though, if we keep doing this, the poor Irken isn't going to have a mouth." The first voice argued. "You saw how it was bleeding after he took the tape off. That can't be good."
The second voice's response was almost vicious. "So do YOU want to explain to Gaz why the Irken's mouth isn't taped? Huh? HUH? Yeah, didn't think so."
Zim heard a defeated sigh, then winced as tape was slapped, once again, over his tender mouth.
Zim felt himself being lifted up into the air and tucked under an arm.
"Hey!" The second voice shouted over the noise of the other scientists. "Hey! Listen up!"
He waited until they quieted down before he spoke again. "I'm taking the Irken to nazre lilk skos. I want the rest of you to go find Gir. We need him there when we give the injections. And I'm sure NONE of you want to tell Gaz or the professor why Gir isn't there, do you?!"
There was a general sound of agreement.
"Good!" The voice said, followed closely by the sound of chairs being pushed against a carpet and shuffling feet.
Zim was surprised when he felt himself being laid down on the floor, a soft plushy thing. And was even more surprised when he heard the door shut. He had expected the Neplotn holding him to follow the others out of the door, taking him to his doom. Now, he wasn't sure what to think.
In the sudden silence, Zim heard what he thought was the tapping of buttons. He jumped slightly as the silence was cut by A tinny Dibbish voice sounded from somewhere above him.
"This better be good."
Again Zim thought he could hear a quiet foreign conversation underneath the main one.
"It is sir." The Neplotn's own Dibbish voice responded. "I am taking the Irken now to have the injections. I thought you'd like to know."
"And the Irken can't translate this language?" The tinny voice sounded irritated.
"No sir!" Came the response. "This language is untranslatable in all dimensions' universal translators. His included. He won't understand it unless we teach it to him and I seriously doubt anyone will have the time."
Zim closed his useless eyes, trying to sort out what he had just heard. How could he understand what they were saying if he wasn't suppose to understand what they were saying? It didn't make sense. Unless....the chaotic energy thingy was letting him understand it somehow. Perhaps that had something to do with them all sounding something sort of like Dib.
"Good! Good!" The tinny voice replied, satisfied. "So tell me, did you modify the controlling device I have sent you with the new specifications as I have requested?"
There was a slight rustle of cloth before the Neplotn answered.
"Yes sir!"
"Excellent!" The tinny voice hissed. An unconscious shudder ran down Zim's spine at the evil sound. "Bring it to me after you witness the Irken's injections."
"Yes sir!"
"And what of the nano-bots I have sent you? Did you follow my instructions?"
The question was followed by a very brief pause. Absently, Zim thought about how soft the carpet felt and how nice it would be to just curl up and sleep. He desperately wanted this to all be a horribly, GIR-made waffle induced nightmare.
"Yes, yes, this is good!" The tinny voice oozed with smug confidence, interrupting Zim from his hopeless daydream. The diabolical laughter that followed caused Zim to shiver in fear once more.
"The nano-bots I gave you to mix in with the others are specially designed control-bots, my greatest creation against our common enemy yet. When they are injected into the Irken along with the regular CPE scanner-monitors, I will be able to control this ZIM. When the DIB and ZIM creatures are getting ready to free us from this 'Nosferotz' threat, Gaz and Membrane will be there to watch."
"Sir!" the Neplotn interrupted. "How do you know Gaz and the professor will be there?"
"Don't interrupt" The tinny voice screached. "I know they will. Vanity will force them to be present when their creations prove their worth to the Neplotn council. Anyway, while they are watching the defeat of this so- called menace, 'I' will use the controller and force the ZIM to eliminate our greatest foes. He will destroy them all, Gaz, Membrane, and their annoying pet DIB. With them gone and the ZIM under our command, we will control the earth and the future of all Neplotn. With the earth under our control, the council will be forced to take us seriously. We will rule the main transit to the all universes, and those pitifully inferior universes will be ours for the taking, just as our forefathers envisioned. THE NEPLOTN WILL RULE THEM ALLLL! Ahahahahahaha!"
Terror consumed Zim's thoughts. He squirmed and curled in pain as a feeling of hopeless dread clenched its icy grip around his squeedly spooch. When his own leaders had practically handed him to the Neplotn, he had been horribly frightened. He thought it couldn't get any worse. But then he learned the truth about his crazy feelings and desires for destruction. He was terrified about having some sentient energy thing controlling his actions, but having GIR around, to dampen the CPE's powers had given him at least some form of comfort, some feelings of being in control. Now he was petrified. The thought of mini control-bots inside him, controlling him like he had controlled Dib's arms and hands when he forced Dib to destroy the incriminating disc he had been planning to send to Mysterious Mysteries, was beyond terrifying. He needed to escape before they injected him, but how? He silently begged for the chaotic thingy to do something before then. Didn't it understand the consequences? He, the mighty Zim, would be reduced to a pathetic puppet, a foul and twisted Zimmy weapon of doom for the evil Neplotn of his smeet-hood nightmares. Why wasn't the chaotic thingy to doing something to get them out of this mess? If they controlled him, they would control the CPE too, wouldn't they?
"But what if they notice we planted the control-bots?" the Neplotn interrupted Zim's tormented thoughts. "Won't they be able to stop it?"
"Didn't you follow the instructions I gave you?" the tinny voice sounded irritated.
"Yes, but..." the response was a little whiney.
"Gaz and Membrane won't know until it is to late." The tinny voice paused for a moment. "And even if they did find out before they are faced with their scheduled doom, it would be too late. They would have already injected the ZIM with the control-bots. They won't be able to interfere with our plans unless they kill the ZIM, which they won't. He is far too valuable to the council. Being the only host to survive housing the CPE proves that. His very existence is an enigma far to great to just throw away. No one knows how he has lived this long or how he can contain the CPE with such success. They won't kill him until they know the answers. No, the only way they could stop us from controlling ZIM is with a V-Gz gyrostabilizer's micro-plasmic engine. It is the only thing capable of disrupting the nano-bot's variance frequencies. Since they are dangerous, horribly outdated and aren't readily available, Gaz and Membrane wouldn't be able to locate one without requesting a special order or searching that Irken garbage planet Dirt for old Voot Cruisers. You did destroy all of the Irken's supply of V-Gz gyrostabilizers didn't you? Including the one in his Voot Cruiser?"
"Yes sir!" The Neplotn answered. "The Irken only had one, sir, the one in his Voot Cruiser. I scanned the base and space station myself. He didn't have any spares."
Zim opened his unseeing eyes as hope mixed with mild confusion filled his mind. He did have a spare one. He was sure he did. It was on the base, stored in one of the many boxes of Voot Cruiser spare parts. He tried to think of when he saw it last. It was when he dug through the boxes for pieces essential for his monthly Voot Cruiser maintenance. It wasn't that long ago, just right before he had found out about being tagged, sometime shortly before Dib offered his friendship. Yes, he recalled seeing it then, stuffed in the box he was carrying when Dib broke into the house. He didn't know why the Neplotn hadn't found it. Maybe GIR took it somewhere. He hoped frantically that GIR didn't break it or eat it or something equally GIRishly damaging. If they didn't know the spare existed, and GIR didn't destroy it, then there was still some hope.
"Hmmm!" the tinny voice reflected. "Odd that he wouldn't have a back up. As I have said, those things are hard to come by. Even special orders for antique cruisers take at least three days. But then, this ZIM creature is an idiot. Probably didn't think his would ever go out. They usually don't you know. Very reliable, if a bit out-dated. Vortan technology at it's finest."
At this, all thoughts of fear vanished as Zim felt a wave of anger and indignity ran through him. Unfortunately, anger clouded Zim's good judgment. It was a good thing his mouth was taped or he would have told them off, his arrogance and ego giving away his secrets and only hope for freedom.
'You thing Zim would not think to have a spare of such a rare thing? You stupid fools! I am not an idiot. I AM ZIM!'
With an angry vengeance, Zim fought against his bonds. He fed his anger like a starved Irken. It was better than being afraid. Zim hated being afraid. Fear was a sign of weakness. He fueled his angry towards the Stupid Neplotn for doing this to him. He fueled his anger at the stupid chaotic energy thingy for not doing anything to help him, but mostly, he fueled his anger at himself for being too weak to do anything. He hated having to rely on anything, especially something that didn't seem to want to help him, even when it meant helping itself.
A heavy foot pressed against him, pinning him immobile to the floor. This only served to fuel Zim's anger. In his head, Zim screamed his indignity.
"Sorry sir." The owner of the foot muttered. "The Irken seems to be getting a bit impatient."
"Fine." The tinny voice responded. "This has taken too long. Take the Irken to get his shots before they begin to suspect something. I need to get back to work. I have much to do before they get here. Call me when your done and I will set up a meeting to get the controller."
"Yes sir!" came the response and with a dizzying speed, Zim felt himself being lifted once more. Within seconds they were out the door heading towards his doom.