Yay! We win lots of stuff! Like. . . magic fanfiction stuff. This is turning out to be a lot more fun than we thought it would. So. . . yes. Thanks to all of our reviewers and especially the Tallest for reading and reviewing Zim's hideous stories. Whoever told them to read is a genius. I would like to know how to contact Irken leaders myself.

Yesh.

Lets roll!

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The Internet is for DOOM

Dib read with increasing horror. Zim was writing FANFICITON! And not just any fanfiction, no, he was writing Harry Potter fanfiction! Horrible flame-worthy Harry Potter fanfiction! The story, of course, SCREAMED Zim, right down to the title: A Filthy Harry Potter Story. There was only one thing for Dib to do.

He reviewed it.

"I only hope that a horrible review from some anonymous reviewer will be enough to stop him!" Dib mumbled characteristically to himself. "Maybe it'll hurt his feelings." He chuckled, then a thought hit him. " I have to tell all these other people about Zim! They can't just go around praising him like this! They need to know! I have to spread the truth about ZIM!"

He spent the rest of the night sending out emails warning the world of Zim.

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Dib felt so sure of himself the next morning, so full of faith in the intelligence of man, that he almost skipped into Ms. Bitters's class. All joy in Dib's soul disappeared the moment he entered, though. All the children were flocked around a computer, reading fanfiction.

"Isn't this story GREAT!" screamed Poonchy, Drinker of Hate.

"Yeah, I like the part where the tall wizard Zim kicks Voldemort's evil butt!" Zita laughed.

"Hey, I wonder if this chant works?" said Melvin, rubbing his head. "Hey, I know! Let's try it!"

"Zim is powerful, great, and wonderful. Nothing stands a chance before Zim. He is a benevolent and kind ruler. We love Zim!" the children chorused.

Dib stared in wide-eyed shock. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screeched. He leapt heroically onto his desk. "NO! You can't say that! Zim's an evil monster from space! It's part of an evil plot to destroy you!"

Aki snorted and rolled her eyes. "C'mon Dib, the Zim in the story is cool and powerful. He's not an alien!"

"Yeah, and if you're going on about THAT Zim," Jessica pointed at Zim, "you're crazier than usual. That Zim is just green and creepy. He not an alien OR a cool wizard."

Zim innocently twiddled his thumbs. "Yes, I am so hideously ugly. And Dib is crazy. Yeah. . . . crazy like a snail." Satisfied, the other kids turned back to whatever it was they were doing. Zim grinned evilly at Dib.

"Oh, I'll get you Zim," Dib muttered to himself. "You just wait. I'll get you. . ."

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Tallest Red and Tallest Purple were having the time of their lives.

"OH MAN!" hooted Red, holding his sides. "Zim's worse at writing than he is at invading!"

"Man, he must SUCK!" laughed Purple, choking on pretzels. He glanced at the screen. "Hey, hey look! He's got another one!"

The two Irken leaders read the story (all 200 words of it) and burst into insane fits of laughter again.

"WOW! Who knew he could butcher HISTORY too!" snorted Purple.

"Used car dealership!" Red guffawed. "It's like he's been living under a rock! EVERYONE knows that the Saiyan planet is now a plushie factory!"

"No its not," Purple retorted. "That factory foreclosed, so we decided that it was gonna be the Home For Infinite Losers."

"Hey, hey. . ." Red laughed, his eyes starting to water. "We should send Zim there!" He snorted. "BECAUSE HE IS!"

"Hey, let's review him! Just to be mean!"

"Yeah! Because he'll like being reviewed by us, no matter how mean we are!"

"YEAH!"

"YEAH!"

There was an awkward pause.

"Uh. . ." mumbled Red. "You wanna go . . . I dunno, make fun of Skoodge?"

"YEAH! Wait. . . isn't he dead?" replied Purple.

" . . ."

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YEAH!