A/N: Last chapter, just to even things out. I hesitated posting this one because I thought it was much too short before I revised it. It still follows the pattern of ever-shorter chapters, but this, thankfully, isn't two lines long.

Disclaimer: I think I've said it enough. I am in no way affiliated with Jhonen Vasquez or Viacom.

Zim kicked open his front door, seething and smoking, not just from anger. Somehow, his suit had failed him, and he had been exposed to a rather juicy steak. Since it had been so ineffective, he had disposed of it later that day by explosion, a favorite of his. Taking out his contact lenses and brushing off his wig, he shouted at his house, "Computer! Where is GIR?"

"I donno... Somewhere other than here?" the computer answered with absolutely no interest whatsoever. Zim merely let out a low gutteral growl. "Let me know when he returns. And tell him not to disturb me! I have... STUFF to do!"

Zim seemed so angry that he wasn't inclined to notice the charred and messy walls as he marched to his toilet portal on the other end of the kitchen, not even taking note of the sticky ropes of some baking-gone-wrong hanging from the thick cables running across the obscure ceiling. His best interests were focused entirely upon his laboratory facilities, and as he rode the transluscent tube down to the second level of his base, he pulled the small note he had gotten earlier out of his pocket snorted at it derisively.

When he arrived at his destination, he slapped the note on a nearby matter scanner and tapped a couple buttons next to it. "Analyze this! I command you!"

The computer took longer than Zim had anticipated, so long in fact that the alien had taken to tapping his foot impatiently on the concrete floor. The computer, meanwhile, was quite confused. It was sure it was paper, but the traces that were found on it were not of normal human consistancy. Humans left a lot of fingerprints and things that Zim would deem "unclean," but this note was blank of the normal signs that it was written by a human. However, it seemed to be covertly energized, and something close to Meekrob peace-energy. The problem with this was the Meekrob lost their ability to write with the loss of definite physical bodies...

"Well? What is the news for ZIM? Who wrote this disgusting letter of adoration? I want to VAPORIZE their organs!" Zim's brain had already begun forming the design of a machine that would accomplish such a task.

"Well... I don't know..." Computer confessed, nonplussed.

"WHAT? What do you mean?"

"Sir, there's not evidence to suggest it was written by a human at all."

"Then who did? TALK TO ZIM!"

"There's some Meekrob-like energy on the thing, but..."

"IMPOSSIBLE! Meekrob don't have written word!" Zim was growing even more irritable at the lack of answers his analysis was getting.

Computer sighed. "I KNOW. That's why it's so strange. I don't have any idea what could have sent that."

"GRRRRRR! Fine! The TALLEST will know."

Zim was surprised to find that his leaders were in a state of perpetual retching. Nothing actually made it out of their mouths, but those numerous snacks wanted desperately to see the light of day again... "In case you haven't noticed, Zim," Red said through a series of heaves and swallows, "we're having a really wierd day, so if you could just call back, you know, never..."

"But, my Tallest! You must see this secret message I have recieved! Another filth in the universe shows affection for the mighty ZIM!" He held the tiny paper up close to the screen so Red and Purple could get a good look at it.

Once they cared to look at what Zim was showing them, they became much too preoccupied to continue gag. Recognizing it as the same message they recieved, Purple pushed Red to the side and stared. "W-where did you get that?"

"A hideous dirt-child no doubt. But my computer couldn't trace it, and I MUST know who dares to lay human love upon me!" Despite his final disposition, Zim brought it down from the screen and smiled on it. "Gullible humans."

"Uh... lookZimwegottagowe'lltalktoyoulaterbye!" Red cut the transmission with a hand signal and looked at his co-ruler with an apprehensiveness.

Back on Earth, Zim stared at the static that was the result of his conversation with The Tallest. He blinked, shrugged, and tossed the note into an ordinary wastepaper basket at his feet, for some reason, no longer bothered with the mystery. He whistled a little tune as he headed for the elevator again, looking to begin construction on that vaporizor, but not planning to limit its use as much as he was before.

This... was the first fanfiction I've finished... EVER! PARTY! Happy; can you tell? I can't believe it! It might not be much, but I finished it! I'm so proud of me! YAY! Well, I hope you're proud of me too, and I also hope that the conclusion of this fic proves fruitful for others as well. Blessed Be, and GOOD NIGHT!

Pyx:WPI