yeah i changed the title again. i am very very very very sorry--but i just couldn't take it anymore! i get sick of some things so fast...

andalitebandit-6: sorry i had no idea how to make the hyperlink show up. you ought to just highlight the address as is and copy it in the address bar. then click "go" and you're all set. and yah gaz knows nothing--dib was just desperate. it's not like anybody else will talk to him. WHY do all of the skoll-children hate dib? WHY? also, like i said earlier, irkens aren't affected by gunshots as humans.

oh, and... the dictionary has no answers whatsoever. it gives a literal definition but it says nothing about HOW it happens, WHY it happens, and WHO it happens with. it's my belief that no two people have the exact same understanding of the word "love".

or maybe i'm wrong. statistically somewhere out there at least two people have the EXACT same explanation. i just don't know who they are. interesting fact--there are 7 billion people in the world at last count. since then, every second, two people die but five are born--a net gain of three people to our global population. so there are enough people out there wondering about the meaning of "love" for that to be possible. or am i reading too much into things?

wait--i almost forgot to mention; i'm going to try writing from zim's POV again. i don't know, maybe it's a 'practice makes perfect' type thing... maybe.

Zim's POV

I've got enough to deal with for now.

I told him already--I'd let him know when I needed to know something else. He's already given me enough to think about for now.

All day, he was trying to tell me something. As if he had figured it out all on his own. Stupid humans and their stupid emotions.

I've given up on him on this one. Looking back on it, I suppose I could have gotten it all on my own--but I wanted to know if he already knew it. It had been bothering me for days, that "love" word, and Dib proved as useless as he always is.

But I don't need him, at least not this time. I think I've finally figured it out.

"GIR! Come here now!"

"Yes, sir!"

I quite enjoy the occasions on which Gir obeys me. Regrettably they aren't as frequent as I'd like.

"Look carefully at the moniter, Gir."

Vacantly, Gir stares at the screen.

"Don't you understand, Gir? This is that 'love' thing the Dib-human was trying to tell me about. Look," I point toward the image on the moniter. "Humans have a chemical reaction in their brains when they get around certain people, making them feel all squirmy inside.

"This floods their veins with some sort of love... drug... thing, and that's what happens to them! How could Dib not figure this out?"

Gir shrugs. "I don't know. I'm gonna go watch T.V.!"

Leaving me by myself.

I've figured out what "love" means to humans, but there's still something I don't understand.

Irkens are very different from humans. We can't be brought down by something as primitive as a stupid Earth-gun. We are much more intelligent, and much less... filthy. We are completely different, we have nothing in common. Our brains work differently--and much better.

Humans are the ones with the chemical reactions that do this to them.

So how is it that I have the same symptoms of this "love"-sickness?

so now he's FINALLY catching on... sort of. okay, on with the story!

"How can you watch that stupid television?"

Gir turns to face me. "Because... um... I dunno."

Those stupid soap opera things again. That's where I heard that word in the first place.

"I love you," one of the humans on the screen says softly.

"I love you too," says the other.1

There it is again. I hate that word.

But this time I notice something. Upon saying it, the two humans proceed to... what did Dib call it...?

Right. Kissing.

And as suddenly as it began, it stops. The two humans seperate and one walks away, leaving the other standing there... stupidly.

Now I understand.

And I know how to stop it.

don't worry--he doesn't really. ;)

um... if you haven't already figured out where this is going, then good. i hate it when people figure something out before you can even WRITE it and then post their guess and ruin it for everybody else. you people make me sick (the story-ruiner people, not all of you).

well, SYL and have a nice life.