PART 2 Thanks for the reviews
Following the announcement was an awkward silence, eventually broken by Purple.
Purple: can I panic now?
Red: whispers what, so Zim can save us some more?
Zim smiles proudly, not taking in the sarcasm.
Red: We should just sit here….and…wait…
Zim: maybe we should tell stories! And…sing songs…OF DOOM!
Purple: ...why?
Zim: It'll be like family bonding. You two can pretend you're the tallest-
Red: and you can pretend you're an invader…
Purple: but we ARE the tallest!
Zim: see? You're into character already! I'm an invader! accidentally clouts Purple over the head look at me go!
Purple (confused): but…but…
Zim: now…song of doom…lets see…hm…how about… doom-dom-de-doom-doomy….
Red: how many more hours of this?
Purple: 5…
Red:…how many more now?
Purple: 5.
Red: and now?
Zim: hours shouldn't be called hours. They should be called 'Zims'…after my brilliant…name!
Red is sucked into a little fantasy world where millions of Zims are dancing around clocks.
Fantasy Red: how many hours?
Fantasy Purple: 48 ca-jillion Zims.
Red (wakes up and shudders): Maybe not Hour. I mean Zim. Zim.
Zim: only 4 Zims and fifty Zim-brain-meats to go!
Purple: ok…this guy is scaring me.
Red: you think?
Another silence.
Zim: maybe we should-
Red: no.
Zim: or-
Red: no.
Zim: pulls out packet of fries suit yourself.
Red: wait…food!
Zim: you said you didn't want any.
Purple: fries! Gimme!
Zim: nuh-uh.
Red: but...um...you have to obey the Tallest!
Zim: I'm not playing that game no more.
Red: but it's not a game!
Zim: so am I an Invader?
Purple: no!
Zim: shrugs oh well. crams handful of fries in his mouth
Purple: no…how are we gonna live 5 Zims without snacks?
Red: HOURS!
Purple: sorry.
Red: um…
Zim: we shall just have to improvise! I will now amaze you with my skill of…of…that one thing…
Purple: Improvisation?
Zim: that's the one. Now see, I take this small spring, attach it to this thing here, mix it in a blender with some of these fries…inspects the blender Then throw it out and order fast food. pulls out cell phone. No signal. Oh well.
Red: …what?
Purple: You carry a blender in your pocket?
Zim: Invaders are always prepared!
Purple: with a blender?
Red: I can't take much more of this…
