Jake had been missing for three weeks. His family had put posters up all over the local area, and yet no information about his dissapearance ever came up. Jake had dissapeared.

"Oof, he did taste good though, didn't he?" Srom cackled. He was in his human disguise, dressed as an old man in funky vibrant clothes. He was the janitor at the Clarksfield School, though he didn't really do much work. He was more of the lazy type. He hated the "family business" the Slitheen had of destroying planets and civilisations just to get money - he found it boring. He wanted to wear disguises and mess about hiding in civilisations whilst occasionally getting in a nice hunt, as was family tradition.

"Haha, hell yeah he did! If only you'd SHARED SOME." growled the man known as "Mr Wilson". He was also secretely a Slitheen under his human skin, but he was desperate to destroy the planet known as Earth and sell it's remains for credits. He was known as "Wilson" to the kids of the school, but "Fort Grorx Flex-Day Slitheen" to his family. But never mind all that - Wilson and his brother, known as Davis (or Clax Plem Flex-Day Slitheen to his family) were bored. Srom was, as always, slacking off with his legs stretched across Wilson's desk, playing with weird human toys like the "ball with a cup" and "GameBoy". As he was fiddling with them, Wilson came over and slammed his hand on the desk with a loud thud, causing Srom to throw his antiquated Gameboy into the air in fright.

"Srom! What the hell do you think you're up to? We're busy with the plan and you can't even do us the decency of pretending to care?" shouted Wilson.

Srom sighed, looking up from the floor, releasing an earth-shattering fart. "*PfrrrARRRBTTTT* - Oof, do excuse me sirs. I... Uh, don't care. Not about your plan, or about your lack of care for my lovely Gameboy! You two have to be so rude to me just because I don't go along with your idiocy." He stated quite matter of factly. "In fact..." Srom stood up, glaring unimpressed at his two brothers, before strutting out of the room. He opened the door to Wilson's room, looking back. "You two have fun with your profit planet-destroying crap. I'm gonna have FUN!" He shouted, exiting the room and throwing the door shut. Wilson and Davis rolled their eyes and went back to discussing their plan...

Srom was walking along a street, looking at all the beauty in the world. It wasn't as pretty as Raxacoricofallapatorious, but it was nice enough. It's not like he could go back to his home planet, nobody in his family could. They were criminals. He wishes he wasn't born as a Slitheen sometimes...

He stopped. He turned his head roughly 90 degrees and noticed someone standing in an alley between two buildings. He looked like one of the older kids he'd stumbled into at the school once, though he wasn't sure. His breathing got heavier as his big belly moved in time with it, his eyes squinting to try and see who it was exactly... before a car flew past, and the person was gone. Who was it? What were they staring so intently at him for? He wasn't sure, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. The man was clearly gone, and he couldn't run after him. Not in this skin, at least. Srom continued walking, hands in pockets, grumbling to himself about his brothers and the strange alleyway man, releasing many rumbly farts along his way home.

The wooden door was swung open. Srom clambered his way inside with a massive sigh of contempt. He shut his door before slamming himself into his couch and turning on the television.

"At least I can delight in some human comforts for a while..." Srom whispered to nobody but himself, before farting once more with a grunt. "*PHHRRRAPPT* Ooh... Blimey." He let out, before getting cosier into his seat and watching some mindless human programming. "Heh, what else is so human?"

Wilson and Davis were in the schools basement, messing with dials and switching as lights flashed around and screens whirred with light. "Fort, brother!", shouted Davis to his Slitheen bretheren, "Something's happening. Look, the meters are out of control! They're whizzing all the way... Oh. Oh, son of a Rexflon!"

Now, Davis and Wilson were panicking. Their system was going into overdrive. I couldn't possibly describe how it actually worked, but it seemed like it was going to suck all the electrical energy on the planet in order to simulatenously create an invulnerable shield around them in the basement, and to create an explosion big enough to destroy the planet inside out.

"It's going to...!" screamed Wilson and Davis in unison...

Srom was watching his television and playing with the ball and cup before - *BZZAPPT!* - the television made a loud electronical noise and shut off. "What the... HELL?! I was ENJOYING THAT!" yelled Srom, launching himself up in a way unnatural for his size, running towards his television set. He slammed his fists against it, knocking the side of it and clicking the power button repeadtedly. No response. Srom sighed, rolling his eyes. His eyes lit up in anger. "MY BROTHERS! THEY DID THIS. THEY... They activated their STUPID machine!"

Before the thought had even fully developed in his brain, Srom was rushing out the door, slamming it shut and running towards Clarksfield School as fast as his fat human skin allowed him. He was angrier than he really had any right to be as he shoved the door to the school open after unlocking it with his janitor's key, before knocking heavily on the door to the basement.

"Hey, you two! Stop messing about, I was watching stuff on the telly and it just SHUT OFF! I know you were messing around in there!" He shouted and screamed loudly before one of his knocks let the door become ajar slightly. It was unlocked, and wide open. Unusual, Srom thought, as he was sure his brothers would lock it. Then again, it was far after school hours. Nobody should've been able to get in, so maybe they just decided to leave it unlocked?

He took a step forth into the basement. It smelled awful and foul, as the lights flickered from the monitors stacked to display information. As his nose reeled from the smell, his eyes adjusted and he saw it. His brothers.

One, was unconcious on the floor. Wilson, in his giant, green Slitheen form, with his skinsuit splayed across his form.

The other... The other...

Davis' skinsuit was on the floor. And his Slitheen form... was now in big green chunks, sprayed across the dark, grungy basement's walls.

Dead. He was dead.

But... how?