Keri: I really don't wanna write, but I have nothing better to do. Once again, listing to my "emo" songs. Sorry, I'm hooked.
I own no "Red Lobster" P: yum…
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(This is taking place about a month or two after the last chapter. I'll be skipping allot of time so as to speed the story up. I don't want this to drag on; I just want to say I completed another story that wasn't PWP. 'Kay, thanks.)
Membrane walked up form his lab, an empty cup of coffee in his hand. He stopped when he saw that everyone was dressed up standing by the door.
"Oh, Professor, we tried to get you but you wouldn't answer the door."
"What's going on?" he asked, approaching the 'crowd.'
"It's family night, Zim's taking us out for a fancy dinner." Dib said hugging the in-disguise alien.
"C'mon dad, we know you have the night off, come to dinner with us." Gaz said, smiling slightly.
"Well, I dunno. Do you even have any money, Zim?" he said, eyeing the alien suspiciously.
"Of course I do." He said brushing off his suit, "I just got a job designing weapons for the military, they also let me help come up with cover up stories!" he chuckled, "I'll be covering my own tracks! In fact, if you give me a picture of any UFO, I can tell you if it's real or not and if it is, I can tell you the model number, species piloting it, and the name of the craft." Zim smiled egotistically. Dib huffed,
"I knew they were covering up things! Those bastards!" Zim kissed Dib,
"Jeeze, calm down, they're not that amazing of stories and pictures."
"So c'mon dad, let's go!" Dib said, returning to normal. He sighed.
"Fine, fine! I'll come, just as long as you two aren't going to be making out the whole time." Zim smiled and put his hands up, as if surrendering.
"Me! Never!"
"What about Gir?" Gaz asked, looking at the robot watching TV.
"GIR!"
"Yes Master?" he said looking up from the back, along with Pig.
"We're going out Gir, what're the rules?"
"No friends, none of Pig's friends or family, no eating any of the food, just sit right here, watch TV and don't move."
"Very good. If nothing's broken when we get home, you can bake non-exploding/poisonous cookies." Gir squealed, hugging Pig and returning to his program. Gaz chuckled and Dib just shook his head, "Well, shall we?" Zim held the door open for the humans as they stepped out into the chilling night air. They piled into Zim's car, which was really just the Voot Cruiser in disguise. Dib got in behind the driver's seat, Gaz next to him, Membrane got in the passenger's side and Zim got into the driver's seat.
"Well, where do we wanna go?" Zim asked as the drove down the street.
"Zim, the smeebies want lots of melted butter. So I suppose I want lobster." Zim eyed him in the rear-view mirror.
"Are you sure that the smeebies are telling you that?" Dib just smiled.
"Well if we're having shell-fish, I want some crab." Gaz mumbled.
"Is sea-food okay with you, Professor?" Zim asked, Membrane nodded, "Alright, then we shall go to the restraunt known as the "Red Lobster"!" Zim said, pleased with himself. Jeeze I'm so bored with this, le sigh. I'm so sleepy. For reals. No, I'm just bored /dies/
They walked in and Zim checked in with the hostess and took the little buzzy-light thing that would tell them when their table was ready. Zim helped Dib sit down on the bench next to another couple before sitting down at the edge. Membrane leaned against the wall next to them, staring off into space as he ran through some calculations in his head, and Gaz began to play with the lobsters in the big glass tank. Has anyone ever wanted to do that, or is it just me? The lady next to Dib smiled at them.
"What a gentleman," she said cheerily to Zim, "Helping your boyfriend sit like that. More men should be like you." The man next to her rolled his eyes.
"It's not like he's pregnant, he can sit fine by himself." Dib blushed.
"He is pregnant," Membrane said out of no where, all four people turned to him, Zim silently praying that Membrane wasn't going to blow their INGINOUSE cover. (A/n/dies again of insane laughter/) "It's part of my lab's new experiment to allow gays to have children like straight couples." Zim and Dib sighed in relief.
"Oh!" the lady said, "Well congratulations. So, have you picked a name out for him or her?"
"God, Marry, it's none of your business." Her husband said irritably. Dib giggled,
"It's quiet alright, um.." his laughter stopped and he turned to Zim, "actually, we haven't thought of any names at all." Zim shrugged.
"We still have, like, seven months left Dib, we'll be fine." Dib stuck his tongue out at Zim; he and the lady that had been dubbed Marry chatted about parenting and stuff that makes kids fall asleep, so I'll refrain form delving to deep into that. Zim turned to Membrane.
"Um, thanks, Professor." He said, Membrane shrugged,
"I didn't want you two to blow your own cover by being idiots and coming up with a lame excuse." Zim smiled,
"Well, now you've had your first taste at what it's going to be like having an alien son-in-law." Membrane inwardly flinched. Who wants to give Membrane a hug? Anyone? No? Okay, on with the story. Gaz was just about to drop a lobster on a baby when their buzzer rang. She growled and dropped the untapped lobster back into the tank to go stand next to her father. Zim handed the device to the hostess and she showed them to their table, dropping off the menus on the edge. Gaz and Membrane sat across from each other in the seats closest to the wall and Zim and Dib sat next to them.
They were able to decide what they wanted before their waiter even came to take the drink orders. By the time the "Antonio" waiter guy came to take the orders, everyone was deep in conversation. Conversation meaning Zim and Dib were discussing the smeebies, Membrane was double-checking the calculations from earlier on a napkin and Gaz was playing the puzzles on the kiddy menu she jacked from the kid behind her. Antonio cleared his throat,
"Hello, I'm Antonio and I'll be your waiter." Zim and Dib picked up their menus again to tell the waiter what they ordered. (A/n: I don't' know what's on the menu, so I'll make them eat what I want them to!)
"I'll have a steak, medium rare," Zim said, "and to drink, I'll just have coffee."
"I'll have the lobster with an ice tea." Dib said smiling at Zim who stuck out his tongue.
"I'll have the crab and shrimp combo with a Poop Cola." Gaz mumbled not even looking up from her puzzle.
"I'll have the lobster and shrimp comb, and just water, please." Membrane said, also not looking up from his work. Antonio nodded, jotting everything down; he took their menus and walked off. Zim and Dib returned to their discussion. About ten minutes later, Antonio returned with their drinks and ran off again.
About 45 minutes into their dinner, the food actually arrived. Antonio set the trays at the appropriate seat and ran off back to Antonio-land. Dib smiled at the steaming lobster before him, just noticing how hungry he was. He was eating for two now…or three. Zim said it could be anywhere from one to nine smeebies, since that was a normal litter. I'm really bored with this, can you tell? Membrane sighed angrily, setting the napkin aside. Zim looked at him.
"Wuz wrong?" he asked through a mouthful of steak. Membrane rubbed his temples,
"Nothing I just can't get this problem."
"Can I see?" he shrugged and handed Zim the paper.
Let x equal y
If f(x) equals xn
Then f(x) dx equals xn plus 1/(n plus 1)
Also If f(x) cxn
Then f(x) dx equals cxn plus one/(n plus1)
Also if f(x) equals ex
Then f(x) dx equals ex
If f(x) equals ex
Then f(x) dx equals ex
1 equals 2
Also 2x minus 2y equals zero
2x minus 2y equals x minus y
Divide both sides by (x minus y)
Therefore x minus y equals 0
Zim blinked a couple times and handed the napkin back. Returning his attention to Dib. Membrane smiled inwardly; at least an advanced alien race couldn't figure it out; that made him feel a little better.
"Would you like some steak, love?" Zim asked. Dib nodded.
"Yes please," Zim cut him a cute, little, bite-size, heart shaped piece and placed it in his mouth. They finished their dinner, paid and left. But as they walked out the door, Gaz noticed the lobster she'd been playing with was gone. She smiled to herself.