StarSea: Gasp! It's already up! Well, we finally get some action in. I'm really enjoying this. I hope you like reading it as much as I did writing it. If you want to see something (besides characters that I left out for a reason), just leave me a comment.

Piñata Monster lifted the club that still had dried blood on it. "Either you keep us sane by giving us what we want, or we lose it and kill you."

Gir gasped. "That not nice!"

Zim shoved him out of the way as his spider legs unfolded. "Okay, maybe we won't, but we can make you write us stuff."

Jhonen's glass-covered eyes narrowed. "Hey, just because I enjoy giving my characters really awesome weaponry doesn't mean you can defeat me. I still have y entire base- hey, how did you get here anyway? This is a hologram of my house. We're in space."

Piñata Monster snorted. "No duh! That WAS a Meanwhile, after all! And if you didn't want us bothering you at home, you shouldn't have given Zim a spaceship."

"How the hell did you all fit in that ship without killing each other?"

"It… wasn't… easy," Nny grumbled, glaring at his short companions. "But we're here now, and we want comics."

"This is insane! I created you! Don't you think I could take you on? I turned into a freaking cyborg in the end of I Feel Sick! By the way, why isn't anyone from that here?"

"I'vn't read that," said Gir blankly. Jhonen blinked.

"Uh, what?"

"Never mind that!" Snapped Shmee. "Let's end this now!"

The creations shifted into uber-kewel Matrix-style stances, ready for the fight. Jhonen tapped a button on the wall and was enveloped by Happy Noodle Armor as the ship's disguise fell off.

StarSeal: And after an epic battle involving squids, pigs, bees, and monkeys- and a moose- Jhonen managed to brainwash his characters once and for all and sent them to do horrible things to the fan authors.

Scapegoat: Hey, that's not how it happened! Tell it right.

StarSeal: Dammit, quit finding my lies. Okay, fine, on with the story. Curse you, Scape.

Zim lunged forward first. He swung a clawed spider-leg at the armored cartoonist, who dodged Matrix-style and somersaulted into the short alien. Yess, I did call Zim short. Poor Zim. He grabbed the spider-legs from the base and wrenched back. Zim gasped as his Pak was ripped out of his spine. Jhonen tossed the pod away and Zim ran to retrieve it. Nny stepped forward and Jhonen barely had time to pull out a steak knife that he had on his person for absolutely no reason and they had a sweet dagger fight. Jhonen maneuvered almost as quickly as his slim foe and managed to knock Nny off balance, pushing him away since his boots were uncomfortable and not good for slick maneuvers.

Piñata Monster raised his club and sent Jhonen against a wall, gasping as the Happy Noodle armor quaked around him. He threw a knife at Shmee, pinning him against his horrible Jhonen-smelling couch from back when he worked on Zim, just in case. Jhonen dodged Piñata Monster's second swing- being a giant piñata makes you a little slow- and pulled something out of a drawer. He flicked on the lighter and thrust it against Piñata Monster's broad chest, which burst into hungry flames. As he staggered back, beating it with his nubby arms, Noodle Boy and Gir ran forth. Jhonen pulled out a gun and shot Noodle Boy in the head, redecorated his wall in the process (Beware of Moose), but that gave Gir time to pull out his full head artillery. As the lasers and rockets glowed red, charging, Jhonen tossed an old soda can across the floor. The artillery sank into his head, lighted body parts turning blue and ran happily after the prize.

Jhonen pulled off his helmet and laughed. He saw Zim grudgingly replacing his Pak, while Gir sucked the soda can and Piñata Monster leaned, panting against the wall- a hole burnt in his chest with blood candy beneath. Noodle Boy slumped against the wall, his forehead growing back, and Shmee was taking out a stick so he could free his arm. Nny gave his boot a moody tug. Filler Bunny didn't do anything because he's so cute and pathetic. Poor little guy.

"You see?" Cackled Jhonen. "As the one who made you all, I know your weaknesses- whether it be low attention spans, uncomfortable boots, vital un-organic organs, a tendency to get shot, easily pinned against the wall, or even being made of flammable cardboard- your every physical flaw was specifically created for the day you tried to usurp my palace of blood."

"Okay, Jhonen," panted Nny, "You won this time. But next time, next time we'll be ready for whatever you come up with."

Dun Dun DUN! It's over! Short but sweet. Now however will they defeat that guy? No one knows! Except me, of course. And the psychic fat. That is so disgusting- I can't believe he even made that up. And you know what that means, is that I found i Feel Sick just after writing this, and a new character is coming soon! But who shall it be! Whatever. New one comeing soon. And sorry about the interuption up there, and Gir's reference to the fact that I hadn't read I Feel Sick, cause I hadn't when I wrote that. So... New chapter coming soon.