I had seven devices set up around the house. I was cackling so hard, I almost missed the alarm from Device One - a bioscanner calibrated to Gaz's personal signature. The door opened, and in walked the self-styled Queen of Doom. No awareness that things were going to get violent, she walked into the kitchen and headed for the fridge. I smiled. Phase One went flawlessly. Gaz opened the fridge and looked for a can of Poop Cola. I decided to have a bit of fun.
"Hey, Gaz! Looking for this?" I held up the can, three-quarters empty. Gaz ground her teeth audibly and the dark aura of menace I was so familiar with began to permeate the house in waves of anger. She had both eyes open in rage, knowing that I had stolen her precious soda. I had a massive grin pasted on my face, ready for some doom of my own making...
"This your soda?" Her right eye twitched in fury. I smiled wider and held the can up. "Here goes your soda! Down the hatch!" I slammed the last of the soda, then pitched the can at her forehead. The can burned up as if thrown into a magma pool. Yup, she was pissed. Gaz finally decided to open her mouth. I beat her to it.
"So you're going to destroy me?" I sniggered at her impotent rage. "I think that I've had enough of your bullshit as it is." I began laughing, a long, loud laugh that had been trying to get out of me ever since I was born. "From now on, Little Gaz, the only person doing the destroying around here...is me..." She stared at me in shock, disbelieving. I decided to show her that I meant business.
Snapping my fingers, Devices Two and Three - wheeled robots with two pairs of arms each - rolled into view from their hiding place behind the couch. I snarled, "Get her!" They lunged and held Gaz fast. I walked into the living room, the two machines carrying the magenta haired pest with them. I bent down and grabbed Device Four - a steel box about thesize of GIR's head. I unlatched the top and adjusted a small dial on the container's side. Setting the box down again, I began walking a casual circle around her, speaking as if I was addressing an old friend.
"You know, I'm surprised you never thought I'd think of retaliation. Then again, you have been plugged into your precious Gameslave for so much ofyour life, I couldn't remember when you first got it." I grabbed her Gameslave 2 from the couch where she had left it. I held it aloft, as if I were Zim clutching one of his stupid Irken devices in skool. "This thing has caused me enough problems as it is. Gaz, it's time you learned that even you can't shut reality out. I'll just erase all your saved game fil-"
"Don't even think about it, Dib," she growled with as much venom as she could. I sniggered. Not enough venom, as far as I was concerned. She was putting up a lot of fight, I thought. Perhaps stronger measures were necessary...
"Oh? Well, I was just gonna wipe all your files, but if you insist..." I grabbed Device Four, dropped the GS2 in, and snapped the lid shut. I smiled. "I guess I'll just destroy the console, instead..." Pressing a button, the device lit up with enthusiasm. Thousands of volts ripped into the imprisoned gaming device, frying every circuit and melting the purple plastic. The whole process took about thirty seconds, but I could see the time stretch to years in Gaz's horrorstruck face...
The device shut off, and I donned a pair of rubber gloves before reaching in. I withdrew the destroyed electronic gadget, holding it before Gaz so she could witness the destruction of her precious toy. Smiling wickedly, I dropped the remains of the GS2 on her body. As she screamed in agony from the burn, I unleashed a cruel cackle, much like Zim's. "Don't worry, Little Gaz! This is just a warm up for the real show..."
"Now is where the fun really starts..."