Rule 8: What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
Enter Zim…
Zim has had enough of the waiting!
He burst through the door with a triumphic look on his face.
With a bat barely missing his head, he flew up the stairs!
Standing in front of the Dib-monkey's door, he decided this called for a dramatic entrance.
Which consisted of him kicking the door open with his Almighty Irken boot!
-Slam!-
Enter Dib…
Finally! The download was done! Ok, now to type…
To: The Swollen Eyeball Network.
From: Agent Mothman
Title of message:……
Hmm…What should he put?
Title of message: My fellow agents, this is the real thing! (They were already here)
There, now to press sen-
-Slam!-
Zim!
Enter Gaz…
The dog was just starring at her.
-Stttaaarrreee…-
It broke its gaze and looked at the bat that she had dropped by the door.
Then the strange green dog picked it up and began riding it like a horse.
There was something wrong with that dog.
"Let's play Cow-ans and Indi-boys!"
Then it ran up the stairs…well, more like bounced up the stairs.
Yes, there was something defiantly wrong with that dog, thought Gaz as she climbed the stairs.
Enter Gir…
Door go boom!
Yay! It's Gazy!
Staring contest!
-Staaarrrreee…-
Oooo! Look a bat!
Ride'um cowboy!
Weeeeee!
Up a stairs he goes!
