Fav for eviction: Gir
Dib: I get the feeling you two are conspiring against me.
Zim: You know I never really noticed how big your head is from this angle.
Dib: It's not normal for a human to have so much bad luck!
Gir: oh yeah…..look at the bigness….
Zim: told you.
Dib: Are you even listening to me?
Zim: eeeh….aaaahh…..ooooh…..no.
Dib: great. Just great.
Zim: gir, I think the dib beast needs a hug.
Gir: NO!
Zim: Wha? Why?
Gir: we all need pigs!
Zim: heh?
Gir's head opens and hundreds of dirty live squealing piggys run out.
Zim: AAAAAAAHHHH!
Dib: THE PIGS! It's horrible!
Gir: I know…
Zim: suppose we could always eat the pi-AAH! It's eating me!
Gir: I gots them from cannibal pig planet!
Dib: They made a planet especially for cannibal pigs? AAAAH! STOP EATING MY SOCK!
Zim: You're not wearing socks.
Dib:….AAAAAH! MY FEETES! MY FEETES!
Gir: Im not even gonna ask what they are…
Dib: RIGHT! I'm calling….dramatic music the exterminator!
Zim: NOOOO!
Gir: Whats one of them?
Zim: I dunno.
Dib: HE'LL EXTERMINATE THE PIGS GIR! EXTERMINATE THE PIGS!
Gir: Is Dib losing it?
Zim: yep.
There is a huge puff of smoke and a big beefy guy appears.
Ex: Did some one call…dramatic music THE EXTERMINATOR?
Dib: wow, thats handy. I did! Exterminate the pigs!
All the pigs jump on the Ex and he hollers with pain.
Ex: AAAH! THE PIGS! Too…powerful…
Dib: NO!
Ex: you know, I could probably kill them if I had some coffee…you know….boost my strength?
Dib: I WILL GET THE COFFEE!
Zim: can we have a 'ten minutes later' sign down here?
Ten minutes later.
Zim: Thanks…
The exterminator is lying on a sun bed drinking coffee and eating cakes while a very pooped out Dib fans him.
Dib: can you…please…kill…the pigs now?
Ex: I dunno…just five more minutes?
Dib: Wait…why am I getting déjà vu here?
Gir: hee…
Zim: poor deluded Dib.
Dib: MORTOS! Mortos der Soulstealer!
Mortos: aw…takes of his disguise.
Dib: I can't believe it! What am I going to do with you?
Zim: I have an idea.
Dib: what.
Zim: Gir, put the tuxedo on again.
Gir: yes sir!
5 minutes later, Mortos is tied to the spit, Zim is dancing all Indian-y and Gir is back in that lovely tuxedo with that bible…
Dib: is it just me, or do you resolve all of your problems by tying some one to a spit, holding a fake wedding service and eating them?
Zim: I know not what you speak of earth child!
Time till eviction: 1 hour (ooh, the head to head show down be close!)
Fav for eviction…
Gir: ME!
Zim: that's bad Gir.
Dib: at least we know none of us will get arrested if we escape. Their happy with that tallest guy.
In the police station….
Purple: I'm innocent! It's Zim! It's all Zim's fault!
Police: Well according to our records, this 'Zim' fellow doesn't exist!
Purple (grumbling): And red said it was a good idea removing Zim's name from the existence record…