Zim takes a personality test
And other crazy things.
Disclaimer: Ha-ha, look at me mess with the font size. I do not own Invader Zim...and anything else Mr. Vasquez. However, I owned everything else. Actually, some one may own Cubby Bunnies, if not, I do.
Author's note: Yeah, I got a Big book of personality tests today. I don't like myself very much XD.
Another Author's Note: Review stuff would go here if I had anymore reviews to answer to . One is better than none!
Another Author's Note on Bonus section: Some people say the clouds are yellow and the ground maroon … well, they can go screw a pine tree…and sometimes the clouds form a C and gravity is 10 percent less than ours.
Yet Another Author's Note: My computer's had a bad bout of pop-up's so I share in Zim's frustration.
-Start-
"G.I.R! What is this?" Zim yelled, and many, many annoying pop ups popped up on his huge computer screen .
"I didn't do it!" G.I.R screamed, running around spraying whipped cream on himself.
Zim smashed his fist onto the desk top thingy. He had been in a bad mood all afternoon since he got out of school. A total of five minutes. His insides felt like some one took a spoon and scrapped really, really hard. And now this! Did anyone have respect for Zim!
He snarled as he tried to get rid of the pop ups when a flashy one caught is eye. It read;
HOW HUMAN ARE YOU? Click here and Find Out NOW!
And so he did.
-Test One-
One) When shopping, I usually stick to name brands. (Zim picked not sure and went on to the next one.)
Two) If a man wants to attack a woman, he should dress in visually stimulating clothes. (Zim made various Hmmm-ing noises, did eniminiminmo and then picked yes)
-Meanwhile-
Dib followed the sounds a bleep and blop all the way home. He carefully closed the door behind himself, clearly Gaz wasn't going to bail him out (as being she had ran up stairs as soon as she crossed the thresh hole).
"Have to be sneaky, sly." He told himself, laying his back flat against the wall, moving in that jerky spy motion. He dived and rolled into the kitchen, only to be shocked and amazing at the site of what he saw.
His Dad, Professor Membrane, was drinking coffee and talking to what looked like Mothman. Dib reckoned his was five feet in high, with fuzzy antennae and great tan mouth wings. In fact, his whole body was furry and tan and had large red bug eyes. Dib also noticed he had a tail, and only two legs and two unnaturally long arms.
"Dad's talking to Mothman. This unbelievable! I have to get my camera!" He dashed up stairs. In which, we'll take time to find out what they're talking about.
"So, you've come from Arabia?" Professor Membrane asked, stirring his coffee with a spoon.
"Ara! Arabia." Mothman said, his voice shrill and unearthly. The good Professor didn't seem to notice the unnatural, clearly not Arabian voice he had.
Just then, Ishtar walked into our viewing area from the corner of the kitchen with coffee in her hand. She handed it to Mothman.
"So, just how did you turn yourself into a giant moth?" Membrane asked, taking another sip of coffee.
" U wdol dehdoc flln eukl gwuc." Mothman replied, in his native tongue.
"He said his lab exploded and was covered in toxic waste." She lied, standing behind her brother, adjusting her scarf.
"Ah, yes. That happens, you took one like a solider for the name of SCIENCE!" Mothman laughed, which sounded like thousands of nails against a chalkboard, and took a suck from his coffee. Not bad, he decided. Warmer than most stuff on this cold hell-hole.
Dib dashed down the stair, tripping and falling twice. He dived in to the kitchen and started taking pictures.
"Ha-ha, I've got you now Mothman!"
"That's a garbage can, Dib." Ishtar said, an awkward silence followed.
"So, you know my crazy son?" Professor Membrane started the conversation back up.
Ishtar smiled and nodded, "We go to Skool together, I met him today before class.
"That's great! Dib, this is Ishtar and Nabu, they're from Arabia." His Father said, taking another sip of coffee.
"Are you?" He asked, he was sceptic. Dib highly doubted that they were from Earth, let alone Arabia.
"Vb svrcl nvg, uauvt." Mothman said, twitching his feelers in an annoyed manner. His voice sent chills up Dib's spine.
"Yes, Brother says we have to go." Ishtar said, as Mothman, or um, Nabu stood up.
"Well, it was great talking with you. I hope you like your stay in the land of the free!" The scientist said, waving at them. His clothes squeaked as he waved.
"Hey, why don't we 'study' for the test tomorrow, Ishtar?" He asked, following her out. When they were out of ear shot from his Dad, and hopefully to far back for Nabu to hear. "I know you're not Arabian, even if Ishtar is your name, if that is your real name."
"It is, in your tongue and mine." She said, smirking at the ground. Dib just continued to walk beside her. Nabu had already made into the house by now, he wasn't much of a people moth.
"Really?" Dib narrowed his eyes, "Who are you, tell me the truth!"
"The truth?" She whispered, leaning closer to him, standing on her tip toes. "You want the truth? Well you can't handle that truth!" Ishtar screamed, in that oh so Zim way.
"I can handle any truth you give me." Dib whispered, calming in contrast.
"Alright, human. Enter my home and we shall study." Ishtar opened the door, letting Dib in first.
"Sweet Nebula, it's hot in here!" Dib said, he hadn't walked in for more than five seconds and was already sweating. "How hot is it in here?"
"A balmy 200-ish." She replied, closing the door. "We should go to my room, it's hotter in there."
"No thanks." Dib said, fanning himself with his trench coat ends. What was worse, it was all dry heat.
"Okay, then we can sit in the living room. Good idea, Brother may not like you in my room." Ishtar sat herself down, removing her scarf. Dib was rather awestricken by her form.
"B-but you're brother's a…big moth man." He ended some what lamely.
"Only inferior species have both genders looking the same." Isthar replied as Dib sat down. She reached over with ease and took off his glasses.
"Want me to fix these for you?" She asked, putting her finger though the rim thingy curiously.
"Can you do that?" Dib asked, wondering with her alien race had some sort of freaky glass fixing powers.
"Isn't glass made out of suppressed sand?"
Dib blinked, the blurry pink figure spun his glasses around my their handles. Ishtar stood up suddenly and skipped away some where. Dib wondered where, and he would have followed her had Nabu not walked in the room right then.
"Drl ovi wintl SKKKKeets?" Nabu asked, cleaning off his fuzzy feelers with his two fingered bug hands.
Dib nearly jumped out of his skin, he couldn't stand to look at him straight in the eyes let alone listen to his voice. If it got any louder, they'd bleed. It wasn't that is was just shrill, it was…just not right.
"Finished!" Ishtar said, holding Dib's fixed glasses in some sort of glorious triumph.
"Drl ovi wintl SKKKeets thic, taarsnrat!" Nabu either repeated or said something else, Dib wasn't sure.
"He wants to know why you're so stupid and if you're hungry." She translated, Dib chucked dryly and nodded.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind something to eat." All the more sweet victory for me and Earth when you're behind glass, Mothman. He kept this though to himself as he took his glasses back. He felt left over dust on them, quickly wiping then off with a cleaning rag. One thing down, about a million to go.
He thought of all the weird moth DNA he could get out of them before turning them in. But first, to find out why they are here.
Nabu left the room as Dib put his glasses on. Every thing was clear now…not that that made the site of Mothman more enjoyable, but he could now see Ishtar better.
"It looks like an old fashion Valentines Day card threw you up." Dib said, much to the displeasure of the pink girl.
"Please don't talk to me about barf." She groaned, running her fingers though her fine silky hair. A small cloud of equally fine dust floated but and then gently settled back down. Dib got out a small note book and started to write.
"Okay, question one. Where are you from?"
She pointed up with the longer of her two fingers. "The planet you call Venus."
"I knew it!" Dib wrote that down, "Now, question two; Why are you here?"
"Ah! Dib, what a story that is…"
-A moment with Gaz-
When Gaz ran upstairs, she went straight to her room. And once in her room her eyes opened and then she made a beeline to her dresser. And once there she opened the top drawer she pulled out her sacred skull. In this skull was a key to her game chest.
She slithered over to her game chest and unlocked it. Putting Cubby Bunnies 5 away, she took out Cubby Bunnies Extreme!. Closing the case, she dived down under her bed.
Gaz arose in an almost unnatural slow motion next to her bottom drawer. With a new key in her hand, she opened it up. In here was every game system she's ever owned. Gaz looked fondly down at her 'babies'. She touched her very first game system like she always did, the Merry Wee.
She put the Game Slave back into it's stop, and took out Game Slave Two.
"Two letters down." Gaz said, closing her eyes again as she flicked the power on.
-Back to Zim-
158) Are you prejudice?
Zim had no idea what that meant, and now he didn't care. He just hit yes.
Loading…please wait…
The Irken inhaled, jerking from his half sleep state. It was the moment of truth.
You, said another pop-up window. ("Yes, Meeee?" Zim cried)
Are, said yet another. (Yes, Come on, COME OON! He slammed his fists down.)
An, came a more wiggly one. (Yesssss, I am a?)
Alien, because this is a virus, stupid.
"Nooooooooo." He screamed in dismay, even the computer saw though is excellent disguise. He didn't notice the virus part at all until his base started to shake.
"Computer?" He asked, when he received no reply, he yelled at the next best thing.
"G.I.R! What's happening?"
"I'm a pretty girl." Came the dopy voice of the said robot. He was running around 'nude', with the exception of a mop top, mop stick still attached and a whip cream bra.
-End-
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Basic Venusian or Larb Alphabet.
It's short a few letters to our own, and also keep in mind if you just use this one the moth people will eat you.
D F S A L B T W U X E M V P Q R C G I O H J O S
More Advanced look.
Thic is used to emphasise a word or phrase. There are also 11 symbols that I'll describe because I can't show you.
The backwards E/ Or half slinky isSh
The fish standing up isNrch
The backward 4 is Tar
Left facing cut in half fish isChs
Right facing cut in half fish isShc
Upside down fish ishcrn
Vertical line with two lines over it isRai
Butterfly tongue or an antenna isNess
An O with a line at the top isIsh (used for female things)
An O with a line at the bottom isHas (used for male things)
Some words
Skkeets is forasking a question, this sound sounds different for every individual.
Tar isPeople or One
Burna islong or sadness.