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Back at Zim's base
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dib and Zim screamed together.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Gir joined in. The alien and human stopped and looked at the SIR unit who just cutely grinned at them in response.
"You're me! And I'm you! But I'm still me and!" the alien stressed.
"Stupid, Dib-worm!" the human snarled at him and then stood up, "The machine has switched our brains. This is a horrible mistake! I can't be a filthy human! I am ZIM!"
"I'm an alien!" Dib said, sounding panicked and then added more excitedly, "Wait a minute, I'm an ALIEN! This is so cool!" He reached up feeling on an antenna with his fingers.
"Stay right there," Zim snapped at him and then moved over to the control panel pressing some buttons, "I'm going to fix this and then I will destroy you."
"Heeeeey, where are my tacos? You promised me tacoooooos! I need them! I need them or I will explode!" Gir whined, grabbing onto Zim's black coat.
"GIR! Get off of me! You horrible little robot! This is all your fault! I will punish you later!" Zim yelled at him, shoving the robot off of him. Gir let go of the coat and sat on the floor, crying loudly at the lack of tacos in his life.
Despite Zim's efforts, the machine refused to cooperate, making multiple error sounds in response.
"What is wrong with this thing? Why won't it work?" Zim demanded to no one in particular. He entered in a few more sequences but was still denied. In frustration, he kicked the machine and banged on the control panel.
"Umm, I don't think that's helping," Dib pointed out as he watched Zim break the machine further.
"Shut-up!" Zim demanded and then shouted, "COMPUTER! Analyze the brain transferring device and tell me what is wrong with it!"
"Command voice not recognized," the computer replied after a few buzzes and clicks.
"WHAT? You dare defy ZIM?" Zim yelled up towards the ceiling.
"Hey, what's this do?" Dib said, having moved over to look at a panel while Zim was preoccupied. Dib reached out to touch it with one gloved hand.
"Don'ttouchthat!" Zim said hurriedly and then added, "Don't touch anything, Dib-monkey!"
"What about this button?" Dib asked, reaching out for a large red button. Zim gasped and ran over to Dib.
"STOP THAT!" Zim ordered as he grabbed Dib's arm to prevent him from pushing the button, "This is MY base and you are MY prisoner! You aren't allowed to touch anything!"
"Oh, reeeeeally?" Dib replied, a sly smirk crossing his face.
"Yes," Zim said lowly, narrowing his eyes at his enemy.
"Computer! Seize the human!" Dib ordered loudly. Zim was horrified as his own computer produced cords from the ceiling and restrained him.
"How DARE you, treasonous Computer! I am ZIIIIMMMM!" Zim proclaimed as he struggled with his bindings, "GIR, GIR! GIR, help ME!"
Gir looked up at Zim sadly saying, "Awww, the big-headed boy's upset."
"His head's not big!" Dib defended himself. Gir stared at Dib for a moment before breaking into a dance.
"Look at me, I'm dancin'!" Gir exclaimed.
"Whatever," Dib said, looking slightly annoyed before returning his attention to Zim, "Alright, Zim, this is revenge for all of the times you've kicked me out! I told you one day I'd find a flaw in your security system and now that I have I'm going to be here in your base… doing stuff." Dib laughed manically at his enemy.
"What? NOOO! Not stuff! Not in my base!" Zim wailed pitifully and then added calmly, "Besides you didn't really find a flaw, this was just a freak accident."
"Who cares?" Dib exclaimed, exasperated. "Computer, take the human upstairs."
The computer complied, carrying Zim upstairs despite his many protests. Dib followed with Gir in tow.
"Let me GOOOO! You stupid, stupid Computer! I am ZIIIMMM! OBEY YOUR MASTEEEERRRR!" Zim struggled to get free.
"I'm gonna go through all your stuff and get actual proof that you ARE an alien!" Dib smirked at Zim.
"NOOOOO! Not my stuff! Don't touch my stuff!" Zim argued.
"Throw him out, Computer!" Dib ordered. Zim screamed once the door was open. Naturally, it would be raining outside today of all days.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not the rain, the horrible rain!" Zim shouted as the computer threw him out of the house. Zim hit the pavement and immediately began thrashing around on the ground. Dib stared at him like he was a moron.
"IT BURNS! WHY DOES IT BURN! OH THE-," Zim shouted and then stopped, suddenly sitting up, "Wait a minute, it doesn't burn. Haha. Hahahahahaha! Victory for ZIM!" he proclaimed, standing up.
"No, Zim! No victory for you! Victory is mine!" Dib reminded him and laughed as he slammed the door shut.
"Ggggraaah!" Zim growled storming over to the house, beating on the front door with its men's room sign, "Let me in, DIB! It's MY base! MIIIINNNEE! DO NOT INVOKE THE WRATH OF THE IRKEN EMPIRE!"
Zim's protests were met only by silence. The woman next door opened the window to see what the racket outside was. Zim looked up at her nervously and then back at the house.
"Oh, please let me back in so we can play like normal worm babies," Zim said in a fake tone, "Because we are. Normal. Let me in!" he pleaded, but to no avail. The house remained silent.
"CURSE YOU, DIB! CURSE YOUUUUUU!" Zim screamed loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.
