I won't even bother with explaining what the frip this is going to come out as...
Dib: That's because she doesn't know.
Rdm person #1: Freak!
Dib: (sad)
(makes ground swallow Rdm person #1)
Dib: (happy)
Gir: (flying)Wooooooo-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Zim: (annoyed) Get down from there Gir!
Gir: (duty-mode) Yes my Master!
(sweatdrops) Places people, Places!
Diclaimer: I may luv it, but...I am no genius by the name of Jhonen Vasquez.
Zim tried, for the fifth time, to contact the Tallest.
"Where are they?" He wondered aloud. He heard hurried footsteps, but dismissed them as Gir. He sighed. I think I'll just go upstairs, I'm unusually tired.
Zim was about to open the door to his room, when he heard the soft sound of muffled crying. Carefully, Zim peeked in to find, lying on his bed, bawling, was...Dib?
"Dib-human! What are you doing in MY ROOM?" Zim loudly asked, mad at the human-stink for invading his secret base.
"I...I-I'm s-sorry. I really wasn't gonna come today, but I had to." Dib asked, curling into the fetal position, facing away from theangry invader.
"What do you mean 'had too'?" Zim asked, curious as to the behavior of his enemy.
"I...I...oooh...Zim." Dib curled up tighter into himself and started bawling. Zim sighed, walking closer to the boy. Consous (spelling?) of the water-based tears, Zim hopped onto the bed beside Dib.
"Tell me, Dib-human, what happened." Zim sighed.
"These guys, I'm not sure who, ah, c-cornered me in an alley, and, uh, tried to, but I was able to run. They ran after me and I had to come here b-because your gnomes would handle them, and I could hide."
yeah, it's short, but very few chappies of mine ever aren't...
please tell me it's crap, so I can hide my stupid face under my blanket and never come out again for making such a mockery of Jhonen Vasquez's masterpiece. I feel so ashamed for atempting to modify such a brilliant man's work.