Time until eviction: 4 hours.
Fav for eviction: Dib and Purple.
Purple: AAAAH!
Gir: YAY!
Dib: I don't want to die!
Zim: I love this show…
Gir: That's my line! Pokes Zim in the eye
Dib: I can believe you made me eat an alien.
Purple: in….shock…shock…brain things….vibrating….must….chew…Dib's hair…off….
Dib: now look what you've done! I spend ages gelling my hair to stay up like that and purple's drooling on it!
Zim: how is that my fault?
Dib: I don't know! And I don't care!
Gir: hoot…..hoot….
Purple: why are you making owl noises?
Gir: YAY! Its just us boys left!
Dib: we have to stick together!
Gir retrieves his duct tape and glues himself to Dib's head.
Dib: Gir, please tell me WHY you just stuck yourself to my head?
Zim: you said we had to stick together!
Purple: he's got a point.
Dib: oh sure! He always has a point! Lets all pal up with Zim shall we?
Purple: ok.
Dib: I was being sarcastic.
Purple:…can we glue his mouth shut again?
Zim: nah, then he just makes bothersome noises. Like COCKADOODLE DOO!
Dib: WHY, IN THE NAME OF PARASCIENCE, DID YOU JUST DO AN IMPRESSION OF A COCKERAL?
Zim: If I knew I wouldn't have done it.
Gir: I know what will cheer you up! Laughing gas! Gir sprays Dib with gas and Dib faints.
Zim: That was knock out gas Gir.
Gir: oops.
Purple: sooo…what do we do with his defenceless sleeping self. The one that would do nothing if we drew all over his face.
Zim: the one that wouldn't complain if I grated his hair off…
Purple: hold that thought…
Five minutes later, Gir is back in that dashing tuxedo-
Box: what is wrong with you?
Ahem. Zim has retrieved the wedding bible from its corner and Purple has dressed Dib in a wedding dress. Makes you wonder why he had a wedding dress in his pak…
Purple: shutup!
Zim: ahem. We are gathered here in this elevator to witness the coming together of Mr Dib jerky face and Gir…Gir…
Gir: say super man! Say super man!
Zim: and Gir superman. If anyone has any objections to this marriage, say so now.
Purple: not me.
Box: I would object strongly but the author of this insanity is threatening to pull my insides out. So there you go.
Author: ehehe….carry on.
Zim: who has the rings?
Purple: uh…I've got 2 mini doughnuts…
Zim: that'll do. Gir Superman, do you take Dib Jerk Face to be your pet monkey.
Gir: can I get a divorce to?
Zim: not yet Gir.
Gir: I probably doooo ….
Zim: and do you, monkey face, take Gir to be a completely annoying and pointless addition to you worthless scummy life?
Purple (imitating Dib): I do…
Zim: you are now Monkey and Robot. Go now in peace to ruin your lives.
Dib: hu….heh? Why am I dressed in a wedding dress? Why is there a doughnut on my finger! Wait…ZIM! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW?
Purple: you got married to Gir!
Dib: jaw drops, part of Tak's arm is visible I'LL KILL YE ALL!
Purple: does the monkey normally talk like a pirate?
Zim: no….
Purple: it's a bad sign…
Zim: what, him talking funny or the fact he's waving a cutlass?
Back on earth, in a fire shelter, a fax machine is whirring…
Membrane: hmm? It's for me! Let's see….it appears to be my son, with an insane bloodthirsty look on his face, dressing a wedding dress and waving a cutlass. Ok…I wonder what that boy's up to these days…
Gaz's ghost: hey dad.
Membrane: you look like a ghost! Is that a new makeup?
Gaz's Ghost: kinda. Falls down a pit of burning not niceness.
Membrane: they grow up so fast…
And another chapter ends with wedding bells and Dib going nuts. Love the dress though Dib…
Dib: LEAVE ME LONE!
Time until eviction: 3 hours
Fav for eviction: Dib and Purple…
I may post another tomorrow before my departure. Depends on how quickly I can get the horror typed up…
Box: she's leaving? YES!
Not forever you dope!
Box: aw….so….close…