LOOK! AN UPDATE! xD Sorry for being so dead, school started and they gave us homework right off the bat :T I haven't been able to write much. But after getting back from Chicago today, I sat down after a nap and got to work on this since it was already started on. Enjoy! (I'm working on the ZAGR and ZADR ones, too, but it's slow xD)

Part 5: Switch

"Coulda just asked me to move them," Dib said, crossing his legs. "So now that you've had your fun HUMILIATING me, how about this: I ask some dumb questions that annoy you?"

"No," Zim said off the bat. Dib glared at him.

"Gee, thanks," he grumbled. "Then I'll just ask what comes to mind. What's your favorite color?"

"…Zim assumes you mean the pigments things are. Zim's favorite would have to be what you call blue."

"That's my favorite, too," Dib commented. He looked to the ceiling, seeing the glow in the dark stars and ships he had stuck up there as a kid and hoped Zim didn't look up himself. "Uh… Why do you assume you were sent here as a banishment?"

"Next."

"Next? You can't say next, Zim."

"You never made that part of the rules."

"What rules?!"

"Exactly."

Dib grumbled angrily to himself as he tried to think of another question that he could as without anything back lashing on him. "Oh. When is an Invader's term of duty up?"

"Up?" Zim asked.

"Over," Dib specified. "When is an Irken soldiers term of duty over?"

"Usually after they've been sent out for a certain amount of invasions, or when they die. Usually an Irken will serve until told to retire, we are very loyal to our leaders."

"Are you still loyal to them after what they did?" Dib asked automatically. He saw Zim's shoulders stiffen and pondered quickly whether he'd be able to grab the pillow beneath his head fast enough before Zim could attack him. As he was about to grab it, Zim seemed to relax.

"I am not the first Irken invader to be banished, Dib-stink. I resent that they would do such a thing to such an obviously BRILLIANT invader, but I digress. I am still loyal to them, whether or not I take their orders as eagerly; if at all. They have not contacted Zim in some time, and I have not made any effort to contact them either unless for more supplies."

"If they didn't want you, why are they still sending supplies?"

"They know it is prob'ly all that is keeping me from calling them personally."

Dib noticed Zim's tone of voice was kept even. He looked back at his ceiling for a moment. "Um…."

"Zim wishes to ask his own questions now," Zim stated. Dib looked at him confused for a moment.

"Uh.. okay, I guess."

"What was this filth planet like before you humans made these disgusting cities? Irken cities are much cleaner," Zim added. Dib ignored the double insult.

"Mostly like the parks. Lots of trees, grass, hills, and open land. There were a lot more animals and a lot less pollution," Dib explained. "Of course, there are a lot of people fighting to keep it clean as it is, and clean it up more."

"I see. What about your glasses. What purpose do they serve? All Zim has seen with a human wearing them is a reason to bully," Zim said, taking the glasses off Dib's face. "Or if the human is old and near death. Does it keep you humans alive somehow?"

"Hey, I need those!" Dib said, reaching to take them back. Zim easily held him back with one arm as he examined them. "And no, that's just stupid."

"Then what is their use? No Irken needs these on their face unless it is to protect from debris or sparks when working. Or aiming," Zim said.

"To see! Not all humans have perfect vision, so glasses help with that," Dib explained, snatching them back and placing them back on this face. "Sometimes the eyes get worse and the prescription changes to a higher number to help the person see as if they didn't need glasses."

"That seems important enough," Zim reasoned. "But some other human inventions are very primitive and Zim sees no need for them."

"Like what?" Dib asked.

"Those INFERNAL contraptions you humans call "lawn mowers", GUH! They irritate and harm Zim's superior hearing!" Zim complained.

"Hahaha! They're for cutting down the grass. People believe that a well kept lawn is better looking and therefore we use a lawn mower to keep the grass at an even level. They're just load because they're engines are like a modern car's."

"Why care about the grass?! It's not needed. Irkens have no grass on any of our conquered planets, it is a nuisance."

"No it's not. It helps produce oxygen. Which humans happen to need to survive. And it feels nice to walk in barefoot. Also it's softer to fall on than concrete or meta," Dib explained.

"I only see the oxygen as any reason for its existence," Zim stated. "What of this paper you use so often?"

"Writing, drawing, projects, business, packaging. It's got a lot of uses, but people are going way more digital nowadays. Mostly because it's cooler and fun, but a lot of people do it because it's cutting down less trees; which are what we get it from."

"Far better," Zim commented. "And the bullies. You tolerate them, but never fight back. Why?"

"I don't see any need to fight more than necessary and just cause a bigger scene. I'm only stuck there for another year or two, so I'll be rid of them eventually."

"You're a fool."

"Excuse me?"

"You have enough muscle mass to at least cause a bruise if you tried. Your sister has less trouble, than you because she intimidates them. Something you should've tried a long time ago. At least Zim has a valid reason for tolerating them. I cannot risk any human other you and Gaz finding out I am not human. I cannot guarantee that I will not kill one of them if I do not control my temper."

"Change the subject or I'll ask another embarrassing question," Dib threatened. Zim smirked and pulled his legs up onto the bed, turning to face his entire body toward Dib.

"Since you insist so rudely… I'll just ask about your own biology since you asked so much about my own."

I have a lot of questions lined up, and I actually blew through a lot in this part xD If anyone has a suggestion, give it! :D