I just wrote this. Just now. I had a whim to start part 6... and it's under a 1,000 words, too. That's my minimum of words for chapters usually, idk what's up with me lately :/ Might be my stomach bothering me... but the meds are working, I think. (that was completely unrelated, haha)
ANYWAY. Enjoy this chapter (b/c is was just written out in like an hour xD)
PART 6: Curiosity of an Alien
"..WHAT? No."
"Yes."
"NO."
"Zim promises not to ask anything concerning what he believes relates to human reproduction."
"…Fine."
"Good. Now, why do humans have so many organs? Irkens don't have nearly as many and function just fine."
"Irkens have the PAK. Each organ performs its own function. The stomach, intestines, and throat help us eat. The throat also leads to the lungs, which we breath with. The heart is a given, and so is the brain. Other organs like the liver and kidneys keep the body from being too toxic, but only to a limit. You should know what the bladder does."
"I see. You're very complicated, no wonder you're always being abducted."
"Thanks," Dib answered sarcastically, setting his glasses on his bedside table.
"Why do you have five fingers? How can you manage that many at once, it is very strange."
"To you it's as strange as it is for me to think about having just three fingers. Some people have lost a digit, that's another word for a finger or toe, so they understand better than I do. It's just a subconscious thing."
"You have the same number of toes as well, what purpose does that serve? They are not nearly as helpful in climbing as your hands appear to be."
"We got that from our relatives: monkeys. C'mon, Zim, that's basic knowledge even you should've known."
"Zim was merely confirming."
"I bet."
"..Next question. Zim has noticed your hearing and eyesight is also inferior to an Irken, as is obvious. Why have you not invented something to better that?"
"Well, the military has that technology. They use it for spying and missions, so the public isn't allowed access."
"That seems very selfish."
"Yeah, it is."
"Why are most of your teeth flat like a plant-eater's and not sharp?"
"That didn't sound insulting at all. We're omnivores; meaning we eat plants and meat equally. Well, you know we ate meat. Anyway, we have fang teeth."
"Yes, yes, Zim knew this."
"Well, why do Irkens have teeth that are sharp? You don't eat meat, you eat what's basically considered junk food."
"Evolution, Dib-stink. We modify the DNA to keep our teeth from becoming dull."
"Why do they connect like a zipper?"
"What?" Zim asked, almost sounding offended.
"No offense intended. I just noticed they sorta connected like that," Dib explained, grabbing a zip up sweater and demonstrating.
"Ah. Well, to be truthful, Zim never bothered to learn that answer. I see no need in it."
"That's lame."
"My turn," Zim said bluntly. "Why do you reproduce naturally when cloning is clearly superior and faster?"
"You said no questions like that!"
"Zim stated he would not ask any concerning the reproductive organs. This is pertaining to the process in general."
"Ugh… fine. We haven't gotten the hang of cloning yet. And there's a lot of controversy on the matter of cloning a person."
"Zim does not understand."
"Rrrr… it has to do with the clone turning out to be a real person, whether or not they'd have a soul, whether or not they'd have rights, stuff like that. I don't like getting involved with that kind of stuff anyway, so I just keep out of it altogether."
"It sounds frustrating enough," Zim agreed. He had relaxed enough that he leaned down on the bed. The sound of the house door opening and slamming shut introduced Gaz entering. As she came up the stairs, Zim calmly went behind Dib's door as she pushed it open and saw him on the bed.
"You're still on the bed? Did you fall asleep or something?" she asked.
"No."
"..Whatever. As long as I can finally watch what I want to," Gaz said, shutting the door behind her. After she had gone back down the stairs, Zim sat on the bed again.
"Why did you hide?" Dib asked with a chuckle. Zim glared at him.
"I did not wish to deal with her," he explained.
"Okay, then. Go on to whatever else you wanted to ask," Dib said. Zim pondered it for a moment.
"Hmm… try and explain why there are so many religions on this planet. Zim does not understand the need for so many."
"Oh boy…"