CH3

When Gaz opened the door Zim was standing there still holding the flowers he had pulled from the brush.

"Oh, are those for me?" she asked stiffly as she reached out to take them from him.

"No! Get away from them!" he insisted as he pulled them away from her. "These are my trophies of triumph over that wretched bush over there, and I have the scratches to prove it!"

"Fine," she huffed with a shrug letting the alien inside. "They're just going to die any way." She then began to lead him through her house and ended up in the living room.

"You're lucky my dad's working late, as usual, and Dib's on another one of his crack pot adventures, as usual. Something about proving the existence of a magical world linked to our own I think," she thought to mention as she took a seat on the couch.

"That crazy Dib, always coming up with those ridiculous stories," Zim nervously chuckled as he sat on the other end of the couch.

"Yeah tell me about it," she mocked. Zim pondered her remark wondering if she was agreeing with his statement or making fun of it.

"You know he believes you're an alien," she blankly admitted to Zim.

"So what if he does, no one believes him." Zim gloated with a smirk.

Gaz folded her arms and decided to challenge this smug little twirp. "Maybe I do."

Instantly Zim burst out in riotous laughter. "So that would make two pathetic meat sacks no one will listen to."

"Oh yeah?" she argued. "Our dad's a scientist and if we hand you over to him, he'll see to it that you are locked away in some government lab where they'll experiment on you day and night. You will die there all alone and probably in a great deal of pain."

Even though Zim was becoming very alarmed by her words he wasn't so sure she really wanted to see him harmed.

"So you think I'm an alien aye?" he squinted his eyes and cocked his head as he stroked his chin. "Then why haven't you turned me over yet?"

Gaz shrugged her shoulders making the story up as she went along. "I dunno, guess I'm not that impressed with the human race myself." Zim smiled from ear to ear utterly pleased with what she had just said and decided this was an excellent time to make her his offer.

"Is that so," he then stood to his feet putting his hands on his hips taking an arrogant stance.

"Swear your allegiance to me Gaz and I'll see that after I conquer this petty mud hole in the galaxy, your burdens as my slave will be light." He stood there smiling as he extended his hand to her, confident she would eagerly accept his generous offer.

"Your slave? You're offering to make me your slave?" she ridiculed.

"If you want my allegiance…" she continued to play along him. "…you'll have to come up with something a lot better than making me your slave!" Frustrated with her response Zim plopped back down on the couch folding his arms over his chest.

"Something better? Like what?" he huffed.

"Well if you want me to help you conquer this world, then I want rule too," she was really beginning to like this little game of theirs. Zim began grinding his teeth.

"You're a shrewd human Gaz; a shrewd human indeed. Very well," he surrendered a sigh, realizing how valuable she could be to him in the long run.

"You may rule over, ummm…Albuquerque and, and some village in the Swiss Alps -but only a small one!" he insisted.

"I don't think so;" Gaz chuckled, obviously unimpressed with his latest offer. "I want half of the world. It's 50/50 for me or the deal is off."

"Half!" the little green man chortled then began to sneer. "You want half? What do you want me to do? Make you my queen?"

A twisted grin broke over Gaz's usually grim face. "Queen huh?"

Her grin grew even broader as she fantasized the possibilities of Zim's proposal in her mind. Then she realized that meant he would be her king and suddenly her grin shattered. "But that would mean…ewe!"

"Ewe?" he repeated. "Why do you make this noise of displeasure 'ewe' for?"

"Because if I'm the queen and you're the king that means we would be married." She explained distastefully.

"So? Most royal marriages are loveless," he explained in a matter of fact tone. "I don't understand the problem."

"Well if we were married," she went on to explain. "That means we would have sex with each other. And with that thought in mind I repeat…EWE!"

Offended at her statement, Zim once again stood up shaking an angry finger at this impertinent sub-creature. "Well…well I say 'ewe' to having sex with you! EWE, EWE, EWE! How dare you assume I would ever have sex with you! The audacity, the nerve!" he then seemed to calm down just a bit. "By the way, what is sex?"