(Author's Note: Yeah, I know this probably could be better, but it was the best I could think up. I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone…)

Part 2:

The "I Can't Think of a Good Title" Chapter!

"Arrgh!" Zim growled.

He had walked into his secret underground lair about 5 minutes ago, carrying GIR in his arms.

"I can barely believe that earthling child!" Zim shouted. "Those pathetic humans!"

GIR stared at Zim. "But…:sniff: what abouts my head?"

"Hmmm…I'll fix that later. For now I need to do some research on that Bird Child."

"Yea! She hot!" GIR said.

"Hmm…yes, I suppose she is attractive to the Dib-worm. But that matters not. I need more information¸ GIR!" Zim said. He suddenly noticed something. A purple hair stuck to his clothes. "Hmmm…one of the bird-child's hairs!"

"But…um…Master…ain't that a plot hole? 'Cause me never seen you get near Raven or nothin'..."

"Silence, GIR! I must study this hair…studiously!" Zim shouted, preparing to analyze the DNA…

Dib was sitting at home, contemplating.

And stuff.

Does Raven like me? Oh, she must! With my paranormal charm…heheheh…I'm irresistible!

A thought occurred to him.

I wonder…does my head really look that big?

He walked down the stairs, passing his terrifying sister's room, and going down to the living room. Gaz was playing her GameSlave II, naturally.

"Gaz…do you really think that my head looks big?"

"Your head will look broken if you don't let me play my game!"

"Um"

Dib backed off, walking back to his room.

As much as he knew about Raven, there were still so many questions. He turned on his computer, and began typing out a message:

Swollen Eyeball,

MothMan needs info on the Raven,

MothMan

He smiled. Soon, with Raven's help, he would make Zim so doomed that he wished that he'd…never been…doomed.

He really needed to work on the dramatic speeches.

Zim stared at the technical readouts, astonished.

"This is impossible!" he whispered. "She has untapped psychic ability!" He tapped some more buttons. "According to this…she isn't even human! Computer!"

"…uh…yeah?"

"Give me as much information on this 'Raven' being as possible! AND HURRY!"

"Y'know, I really don't like you."

"SILENCE!" Zim cried. He turned to GIR. "GIR!"

"YES, MY LORD! (I likes cheese!)"

"Go spy on the bird-child and her…friends," Zim declared.

Gir smiled. "Okey DOKEY!" he said, taking off.

Yes… Zim thought to himself. Soon my evil plan of DOOM will be completed, and I will reign some doom upon the doomed…people…or…whatever. I need a soda…

TO BE CONTINUED!