(I'm back with another chapter. This ones on the short side, but I thought it was funny as hell when I wrote it. XD if you can relate to this in any way shape or form, tell me, so I can make then next one better!)

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Zak and Dib were in Zak's basement, playing some kind of military/war game. They had head communicators on, and were having a conversation with many of the other drummers…while blowing each other to smithereens…

"What the hell are we gonna do? His leaders are here now…" said Zak, blowing up a tank.

"You think I know any more than you do?" said Kat over the comm. "GOD DAMMIT! STOP SHOOTIN' MY DEAD BODY DAVID!"

David is heard laughing, "But it's so much fun!"

"BAM!" shouted Tommy, before he could be seen running away across the screen.

"Oh, you rat bastard!" shouted David, "Just wait until I get undead! I'll tank on your ass!"

"Only if you can find me first!" said Tommy, before sniping David out of his tank. "Head shot!"

"DAMMIT! TOMMY I'LL KILL YOU!" shouted David, getting snipped…again…

"Back to the point people!" said Torry, "What the fuck? Who the hell blew off my arm? Ricky! You dirty Mexican!"

"People! Focus!" said Jeff, "We need to do something about the aliens!"

"Don't you think we know that, dip shit?" said Chuck.

"Burned!" said Chris, laughing a little.

"Oh, shut the fuck up…" growled Chuck.

"All of you shut the fuck up! What the hell is wrong with you people?" shouted Kat, "Everyone put your game on pause, so we can talk…" everyone did so simultaneously. "Ok, we need a plan of action. Any ideas?"

"Hey, Dib, what do you know about the tall ones?" asked Mike.

"Not all that much, really…" said Dib, trying to remember anything at all. "All I know is that they love eating snacks and they control the entire empire…"

"…that's it?" asked Arthur.

"Yup…" said Dib.

"Are they allergic to water to?" asked Zak.

"I'm not sure…I would assume so…" said Dib.

"And what about the back-pack thingies?" asked Zak again.

"I don't know…" said Dib. His suspicions began to arise again. How did Zak know what questions to ask? Why was he the only one to notice the pods? Could he be another Irken hell bent on killing Zim? He wondered if he made the right decision by trusting and cooperating with Zak. He'd have to wait it out to find anything out.

"I'm sure we'll figure something out…" said Kat, "don't stress it…"

"…do you think the flute player knows anything?" asked Drew/

"How the fuck would I know?" shouted Kat.

"Wait, I have an idea," said Danny, "Why don't we use that to our advantage? See what kind of information she can get out of 'em. He seems to trust her. He sure as hell is closer to her than any of us…especially Dib…"

"He's got a point…" said Liz.

"Ok. We'll get o him though her. We'll figure out a more elaborate plan later…Time in!" said Kat as she ran a rampage with a rocket launcher, blowin' the shit out of everyone.

"Ohh, that's crossin' the line…" murmured Zak, keying in a code that caused one of Kat's missiles to turn on her and blew her up.

"It's so ON!"

"Bring it!"

"It has already been brought!"

Everyone groaned. It was going to be a long night…

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(Hope you liked this short, but amusing chapter! I had a ball writing it!))