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…