Doom Camp
Chapter Three: Bus Ride of Doom
"This is an OUTRAGE! I AM ZIM!" Shrieked Zim, refusing to sit down next to Dib, who was already as scrunched up against the window as much he could manage. "I REFUSE to share my seat with that large-headed garbage child!"
"This is ridiculous," Dib muttered, slamming his head against the window. "And my head's NOT big!"
"Yes it is," said his sister's voice from the seat behind him. He blinked, looking back at Gaz, whose eyes were glued to her Game Slave.
"Hey Gaz? Aren't you too young to be going to Science Camp?" he asked, frowning. She replied with a shrug, and continued playing. Dib, shook his head, and turned back around. He realized that Zim had started a rant about how degrading this was to the almighty Zim.
"…idea of it is absolutely horrific! To think that I, ZIM! Would ever disgrace himself so much as to—"
"SILENCE!" roared Ms. Bitters, who had appeared at Zim's side, hissing like a snake. "Zim, if I hear one more word of complaint from you about Dib and his big head—" Dib made a sound of annoyance "—Then I will personally confiscate your legs! Do I make myself perfectly clear!" Zim immediately took his seat next to Dib, sweating profusely. "Good." She snaked her way back up the aisle to sit behind the driver, who was looking rather nervous as well.
"This stinks," whispered Dib, scooting as far away from Zim as the bus wall would allow. Zim opened his mouth to retort, but caught Ms. Bitters' eye. He paled a little, and shrank back in his seat, practically sitting in the alley so as not to come remotely close to Dib.
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"OW!" cried Dib, as something hard collided with the side of his head. He glanced down next to him to see what the object was. A soup thermos. He growled, rubbing his head, and turned around in his seat. "Hey, who threw that! GAH!" He ducked as what looked like a light bulb sailed over his head. Zim snickered.
"Pitiful hyyu-man," the green boy said, grinning. "To be afraid of something like—AHH!" Zim dove under the bus seat as an open water bottle came an inch close to his non-existent right ear. Dib laughed, until a bottle of chocolate syrup splat against the window, sending flecks of chocolate splayed across his glasses. Dib ducked under the seat as well, coming face to face with Zim. They both moaned.
"Get your own shelter, earth monkey!"
"No way! I thought the 'Irken Elite' was supposed to fear nothing, alien scum!"
"Silence, you filthy dirt child!"
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Author's Note: So, yeah, many thanks to the people who've submitted reviews. They really made my day! My life is complete; I can die happy now… Ahem. But yeah. Not much to say here. I'm experimenting with different… dividing… thingies… Because for some unknown reason, the last dividers I used didn't show up, so it's rather difficult to tell what's going on. Sorry about that. I'll see what I can do to fix it. Okay, I'm tired now. Bed time for me.