Whee! Nothing like eleven P.M. typing to kill depression since your dog died, eh? Anyway, sorry it took so long, but here it is. The latest chapter. I'm glad you like what's happened so far. I would pay alot of money for this if Jhonen made his creations come and yell at him to finish. That's why I'm writing it. Please have fun. Oh, and since I've been getting minor notes- Dib's not in it because I already have two characters from that world, each world has a representitive- Which is why Noodle Boy is there, but not Wobbly Headed Bob. And no one's from I Feel Sick because I haven't read it yet.

Jhonen stared at his surprisingly serious creations. He began wondering if the Funyun/Pez experiments were doing things to his mind. Not unlikely. He glanced back at the T.V. "Look, guys, I'm sorry you're bored, but you have no idea how horrible it is to write all these comics. They have deadlines, and shading, and insomnia's involved-"

Zim shook his head. "Oh, come on! I spent my entire life having people hate me! You think I ever complained about being an invader? Taking over the Earth is hard work! And now I never get to see it done except in creepy, twisted fanfics!"

"Yeah, well, I kinda designed you so you don't have to eat or sleep, y'know…"

Zim blinked. "Uh… okay. Wait- no! What about him? He's driving me nuts! Why did you have to make me lie in wait in you DISGUSTING human mind with HIM of all people!"

Gir giggled.

Jhonen's mouth twitched. "I thought it was funny."

"Look, Jhonen," said Piñata Monster, "it's not just that we're bored. Because watching them was kinda funny." Zim gave him a thanks a lot look. "But you still have all these great ideas about us- or at least them- and you're not doing anything with it. We're sick of living in thoughts and napkins. We want action. We want to see someone do something."

"But I already gave you all excellent lives. What more do you want?"

Shmee snorted. "Perhaps, but it's not like you can't continue. That's why we're here. Did you notice by any chance that Lenore is still having fun? Why the hell do weirdoes like Mr. Gosh and company still have active lives! If you were going to make us all so damn popular, then you should have kept us alive longer."

"Hey- you leave Roman out of this," Jhonen snapped. "It's his choice to keep doing comics if he wants. And I've made enough."

Filler Bunny nodded. "Invader Zim, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Squee, Filler Bunny, Wobbly Headed Bob, Happy Noodle Boy, Meanwhiles and that stuff, I Feel Sick, Everything can be Beaten, the Bad Art Collection… that's eleven. Eleven morbidly hilarious products. But that doesn't mean you can just quit, dammit! We need endings!"

"Would you all be happy if I just made a crap-comic overnight about how you and everyone else get nuked and die horrible, painful deaths?"

Nny smiled grimly. "If it was funny and SLG published it."

Shmee nodded. "And if you had lots of dumb notes along the borders."

Filler Bunny: "And had those creepy lines around the eyes."

Noodle Boy: "And used your fancy, wavy line borders."

Zim: "And made it clear that Irkens, Nny, are incapable of love, and all the other stuff, to silence the fanficcers.

Jhonen blinked. "You're all serious about this."

"Yes. Yes we are." Zim nodded.

Gir: "And Mexican food!"

Nny kicked him. "I want to kill a lot of people."

"And I think it's only fair that I kill Dib."

"And can I die in the arms a friend who doesn't get shot?"

"MEXICAN FOOD!"

"And I suppose I'll want to get blood candies from at least two kids."

"Lots of screaming madness!"

"And Squee gets scared of all the inevitable sickness. And I can eat it."

Jhonen ground his teeth. "Look, it's not that I wouldn't

Enjoy a chance to laugh at your pain, but I just can't keep this up!" He pointed at each one in turn. "You- you got me all this horrible fan mail on what should happen in your mini-strip. You- you made me slave over your comic all night, and made me retarded. Again. You made me connect with icky Nickelodeon people. You made people call me a 'Goth king'. And all this fame makes people talk about me, and not even get my name right! What the hell! Do you have any idea what it's like to have fans!"

"I don't care. From what I can see, you seem to get sick pleasure from starting a cult just to quit!"

"Hey, don't tell me I never finished your series, Zim! I made that comic for Nick's magazine! You ruled the Earth, remember?"

Zim's eyes glazed with glee. "Giant… Alien… Bunnies… Wait- No! None of your Jhonen-y mind-games! That doesn't count because No one got hurt, and there wasn't enough screaming."

"The whole thing was screaming!"

"LIAR!"

Nny rolled his eyes. "Well, it doesn't seem like standing around arguing is getting us anwhere, and we came straight here and are in want of foodening. So let's end this now."

Jhonen raised an eyebrow. "Meaning what?"

So... that's it for now. All that time and they just stand around talking. Oh, well. I will continue on this, though, promise. Never let it be said I'm one of those freaks that won't update.