-1They had sat like for almost half and hour before Zim decided they should start to plot. So, Dib scooted off the alien and sat cross-legged across from him. Zim then pulled out a bunch of papers and diagrams out of his PAK and laid them on the ground between the two. Zim handed Dib a list of Irken Medical supplies that he conveniently held in his PAK.

"Why do you have this just on hand?" Dib asked, slightly freaked out.

Zim shrugged and started to read off from his own list. "All of this is poisonous to you HYOOMANS! But I want to pick the one that will do the most damage and will hurt very, VERY badly."

Dib rolled his eyes, "Yeah, we aren't good enough for a quick and painless death." he paused. "Did you already try these out on humans?!"

"What makes you think that?"

The column for humans… "Look, it says here. Product: Vortian Soup. Responses: Irken: helps with a cold. Human: melts the flesh right off their BONES!"

"Ha, that was a sight to watch! I remember like it was yesterday."

"Says on the date it WAS just yesterday."

"Oh, well. No wonder." Zim chuckled a bit, "Ah, the bones were still intact, you know. I thought when it said flesh, it meant bones too. But, nope!"

Dib pictured it in his head. "OH! Ew, gross. I'm sure it was really cool looking, but when you just imagine it, it's terrifying!"

"Hehheh, yes. Isn't it?" Zim smiled at the thought. "Okay, let's get our plan on the drawing board. Or that piece of paper."

Dib looked down the list. Most of them looked painful and slow. Nice. "Why don't we just use the Vortion soup? Can you make it a type of disease?"

"Yes…I never thought of that before…" Zim rubbed his chin in thought, "IT SHALL BE DONE! Once we get back to the base, we can start working on it right away. Then we can go to the most populated places in the world and--"

"AH! Dib, Little Foreign boy!" Professor Membrane walked into the darkened alleyway. "Gaz and I wanted to know if you would want to go on a roller coaster!"

Gaz grunted, but Zim and Dib stood up in shock. Zim stashed his plans for world conquest in his PAK and smiled innocently. Dib whistled a tune and said, "Yeah, sure, whatever." He had no idea what the Professor had just said.

"Great! Come now, while the lines are SHORT!" Membrane grabbed a hold of Dib's right arm and Zim's left arm, to hurry them up. "It's called the Back Snapper. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Dib swallowed thickly, he just remembered he hated fast rides. "Uh, I'm not feeling to well and I--"

"Nonsense, son!"

"Yes, Membrane, I'm not feeling too well! Look at how green I am!" Zim started to make little sicky noises.

Membrane stopped for a second…"But…you're always green…" he started to walked again, "C'mon! It's our turn!" He raced up to the carts, cutting a lot of people in line and put Zim in the same cart as Dib. Gaz sat next to her dad, GameSlave already going. Dib started to shake and Zim looked as if he wanted to just die. Or he wanted someone else to die. Same thing. The belts lowered themselves down and the two gripped them for dear life. The coaster started up the first hill slowly and stopped at the top for what seemed like hours.

"This is YOUR fault HYOOMAN! That 'Look how green I am, I must be sick' routine always works! You jinx!"

"JINX?! My fault! Who told Membrane I liked fast r-" that's where he started to scream as the coaster speed down the hill at 60 miles an hour. The two screamed and screamed, which Membrane took as a good thing. Screaming is GOOD!

A couple of minutes later, they ended back where they started. Zim and Dib were hugging each other tightly and looked like they had just seen a ghost. Dib's hair was all mussied up and Zim's Wig was half-way off. Dib straightened the wig and shook his head. The alien stepped out of the cart followed by Dib, both looking terribly sick.

"Wasn't that GREAT, kids?" Membrane raised his arms in enthusiasm

"Very." Gaz laughed as she watched Zim run behind a trashcan and throw up. Dib soon followed the alien's lead and ran behind another trashcan. You know what he's doing.

Dib grumbled angrily and Zim grunted as they made their way back to the scientist and the doom child. Once there, Dib pulled his scythe back into place and combed his hair with a conveniently abandoned comb. Grooossssss…

Membrane grinned, and said, "How about some food before we leave? Any preferences?"

"Bloaty's Pizza Hog." Gaz said, glaring at the two boys'. Daring them to say otherwise.

"Boys?" Membrane asked.

They shook their heads and spoke at the same time, "M'hm - yeah - Bloaty's is fine--Mmmmhm."

"Okay…Bloaty's it is!" Membrane turned and started for the exit with Gaz while the two boys trailed behind.

"Did you see that LOOK! Oh, she WILL pay…How she will PAY!" Zim scratched at the air in excitement and Dib grabbed them.

"Could you try to act normal for once? Once we get to Bloaty's, and maybe eat a little, we can ditch 'em and get to your base. Okay?"

"Fffffine! I'm not eating it though."

"You have to at least eat ONE slice, Zim. If you don't, Membrane will think there is something wrong." Oh, how he loved to mess with the alien. He was so gullible.

"GAH! You and your HYOOMAN stomachs. Fine. ONE slice and then we are heeee-story."

"Good. Cuz I'm starved." Dib rubbed his stomach. "I threw up everything I had. And I hadn't eaten much since yesterday."

"I don't know whether I'm disgusted or revolted. A little of both I guess.." Zim sniffed sarcastically.

"Oh, save it." Dib scoffed as he pushed the Irken into the middle seat. He then sat down in his seat, buckled himself up and was ready to go. Gaz got into the front seat this time.

Zim noticed this and pulled out the plans from earlier and a couple of notebooks. He shook them in Dib's face to get his attention. "The Dib!"

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Hello allz! I reeeeeeeeeeally hope you like this. I promise a little fluff in the next chapterrrr! 'Kay? Aaaannnnyyyy how, rate and review please! Plus, if you have le time, can you give me a general ending you'd want to see happen? Lyke, they kill all humans and go into space to have HOT ALIEN SMEX! Oooorrrrr, they rule the world and they break off from the Irken race. Whatever you can think of, just throw it at me and I shall think about it.