A/N: So some of you underlings enjoyed my god-like efforts previous to this. Yes yes, its all falling into place! Hahahahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Seriously though, I appreciate the reviewing and such, Cheers lads)
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"Gaz! GAZ!!"

A tiny purple-haired girl narrowed her satanic eyes at the piercing whine of her brother's voice.
"Didn't I have you killed?"

Dib's large headed enthusiasm was in no way dampened by his sister's death wishes.
" Naw," he shrugged, "Fuzzybuns somehow thought that Roswell poster was me and disintegrated it. Then she went back to sleep."

Gaz's left eye began to twitch as she gritted her teeth.
"Useless minions, defy my programming?! EAT SULFUR!!"

Gaz pressed a superfluous button on her Gameslave II and a large flash of red light ensued from her bedroom doorway. This was promptly followed by several metallic sounding clunks, and a large amount of screaming. Screaming that sounded as if it was coming from a synthetic voicebox.

Dib looked behind him. Having ascertained (to the best of his scant ability) the level of carnage that had just ensued, he tentatively turned back to face his demonic sister.

"Sooooo...how 'bout that long division?"

Gaz didn't bother to look up.
"What? With the remainders? How I loathe remainders. Standing there in oblivion, tormenting the watcher with their lack of divisibility. Soon they shall feel the wrath of-"
"Uh, actually Gaz, I wanted to ask you something."

Gaz surveyed Dib in as quizzical a manner as is possible through a perpetually sullen demeanour. Dib shifted his weight from foot to foot.
"Um, I was just wondering if I could borrow your Ga-"

Before he knew what had happened Dib was lying on his backing the yard outside his living room.
He stood up and looked, dazed, through the living room window.

"But Gaz, it could save man kind! I have pictures, real evidence that Zim's an alien and I need the graphical advances that I can only get with the gameslave to-ARRRGGGGH!!!!"

Gaz looked up.

"Well done Snuggles."

The tiny girl dropped from the couch and walked slowly to her room. A vampirish stuffer bear followed her, a cattle prod-like appendage still smoking at it's chest.

Dib remained twitching on the ground until nightfall.