I don't want to keep anyone waiting, so lets keep this gravy train rolling! Choo-Choo!

Warning: The following chapters will scare the living daylights out of anyone. It will make you cry, "Shiver Me Timbers!" with the fright of pure doom. DOOM! This humorous horror story was made by the psycho, WyattTheEd or Mel…Can you stand the fear of a story you new, changed?

Chapter 3: The Heck With Chapter Titles That Have Nothing To Do With The Story, It's Way To Confusing!

It was the best of times it was the…HEY, HOW DID WE GET BACK TO THIS OPENING! Points to reader YOU DID THIS, YOU DID THIS TO THE ALMIGHTY AUTHOR OF PURE STUPIDNESSNESSESSSESES! The godlike voice appears again (The one Dib can hear also), "In the name of everything that makes since, WHAT THE –insert noise- IS WRONG WITH YOU? Do you comprehend anything that you say; do you comprehend your stupidity? Why do you bore your readers with this nonsense?" huge grin Because it's neat…and funnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

Zim and Dib stared at the cuffs… stared at it with confusion. The cuffs had a weird design to them, and it reminded both of them of Irken technology. They were thinking what on earth ( Irk in Zim's case) does this always happen to them…Why does everything happen to them…Why, Oh why? Ohhhhhh, pick me! PICK ME! I know the answer. Ahem- because we, the fans who write the stories, like to see our favorite character suffer. Suffer the evil stupid thing we plot out for them. WoW, I said something sort of smart! I SAID SOMETHING SORT OF SMART! Can you dig my smarty pants of smarts? I'll answer that too…No, you can't. ((The godlike voice was on a coffee break, so does not know this was said.))

"HAH, this fowl excuse of technology make Zim laugh, Irken babies play with more advanced toys," Zim said in his almighty Zimmy tone, "I can easily destroy it!" With that, a tool of some sorts came out of Zim's pak, and struck the machine. And thus (thus makes me sound like the smarty pants that I am) making electricity flow threw both Zim's and Dib's bodies. WoW, the first time I made them get in pain…I should try that more often.

After getting fried (and having pain made by the author), Dib pointed at Zim, "HEY, we wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for your stupid evil! This is all your FALT!" No it isn't, it's all Dib's fault! Blame the big headed one, BLAME THE BIG HEADED ONE! Warning: Never say Zim did anything evil, unless you want her to stalk you…I should know…it was horrible, oh the pain. OH THE PAIN!

"Yes, Yes. Whatever stupid big head thing, it seems we-"

Dib cut Zim off, "We? What do you mean we? You were the one who used that tool thingy!"

"…We may have underestimated the power of this human devise…We must get to my base eminently!" Zim started to walk away, but was stopped… by the Dib. I think it was an ingenious plan, why would Dib stop him from his walking to the cool cat's meow? (WoW, coffee!) Why stop him from the cool cat's meow? OH WHY STOP HIM FROM THE COOL CAT'S MEOW? Cool Cat's Meow- A phrase used by Mel R. Johnson, represents anything that comes to mind. In this case, Zim's base. Mel R. Johnson- A female who goes to school all year round. She spends her time Drawing, Talking, Watching, doing anything that involves Invader Zim or Ed, Edd n Eddy. Also look up idiot, ignoramus, psycho, and ummm…donuts

"We can't Zim, we can get in so much trouble!" Dib cried. Zim had a blank look on his face.

"What are you implying?" Zim asked in a confused tone.

"I'm not implying anything, I'm stating that we could ge-"

"What are you implying?"

"I'm not, I'm stating tha-"

"WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING FILTHY EARTH SCUM?"

"…Fine Zim, you win," Dib finally said, agreeing with my Zimmy, "Just this once.. We work together. MORTAL ENEMIES WORKING TOGETHER, FOR THE COMMEN GOAL!" O.o, Dib's very dramatic…he's scaring me. MOMMY, HE'S SCARING ME! Sucking thumb Find my happy place…Find the cool cat's meow (this sentences, cool cat's meow means happy place).

Zim started dragging Dib towards his cool cat's meow, " Victory for Zim! And since we got down that I'm the Almighty Zim, the soon to be destroyer of earth, we must get help from Computer NOW!" With that, Zim dragged Dib closer, ever closer to his cool cat's meow.

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Ending Chapter 3.