Hey, everybody! DarkTheda has returned, just so she can eat your brains… er….. (Cough) make sure you are entertained! Eh heh heh… START THE FANFIC!
DISCLAIMER OF DOOM: I am not Jhonen Vasquez. All belongs to that guy.
"GIR!" Zim had returned to his base, a plan in his head. His AMAZING head. His amazing GREEN head. That was green because of a skin condition. Which was really green because he was an alien. He came from planet Ir... "STOP TELLING THEM ALL ABOUT ME!" Ok, then. Someone got home on the wrong foot….. Ahem…..
Gir looked up from the rubber piggy he had been playing with. He then got up and saluted his eyes, antennae, shoulders, wrists, and chest turning red. "YES SIR?" "Gir, the humans have this contest called "Dog Show" where other humans and their DOGGY COMPANIONS perform filthy stunts and tricks. I have decided to enter YOU into the competition to appear normal. ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR TRAINING, SOLDIER?" After Zim had said this, Gir returned to his normal blue color. "NOOOOO!" He screamed. Ignoring his robot's negative response to the mission, Zim dragged him down to the labs for his horrible training. Oooh…. I wonder what's gonna happen? Maybe they play a game with Monroe!
But sadly, it appears they DON'T play with Monroe! But Monroe is lonely! I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!
Uhhh…. Because DarkTheda is playing with Monroe, I, Fred the magic turkey, will write this.
Zim had Gir strapped to a desk, while he was bent over a small object. Gir squirmed and tried to get up so he could go watch T.V., but his attempts were useless. The straps holding him down were Irken material, not something that would be broken through very easily. "Just a minute, Gir! Soon my evil microchip of doggy obedience DOOM will be finished!" "BUT I DON'T NEED IT! I REEEEAAALLLY DOOOON'T NEEEEED IIIIT!" "BE QUIET!" There was a small moment of silence, then…. "Will it make me a splode?" "No, Gir." "Aw man."
"Alright, Gir! My microchip is ready to be inserted into your BRAIN!" "YAY!" Gir squealed with excitement. Zim opened up the SIR's insane little head and jammed the microchip inside. He then closed Gir's head, and released him from the table he had been strapped to. Immediately his eyes turned red, a sign that he was in Duty Mode. "Ok, Gir! What's the mission this time?" Asked Zim. Gir saluted and replied, "Sir, mission is to enter Dog Show, and win enemy human trophy!" Zim smiled to himself. "Excellent Gir."