Scly sighed as he walked out the door. That had been… creepy.

"Reku?" He asked, turning towards a wall panel.

Instantly, the built-in screen activated and displayed the other alien's face.

"Yeah Scly?"

"What truth serum did we put the micro robots in?"

"Ahh… CH6, mixed in water. Why, isn't it working?"

"A little too well. Take a look at the recordings."

The screen went blank for a few minutes, before Reku called back, "Wow… pretty emotional."

"I know. Just use plain water for the next two."

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Zim was rolling on the floor, clawing at a moving patch of skin that was traveling through his body, being pumped by his squeedlyspooch.

"What was in that shot!?" Zim demanded, smoke rising out of his mouth.

"Water! Just water!" Scly answered, deciding that mentioning the micro robots might not be so comforting.

"You idiot! Water burns! IT BURNS USSS!"

"Oh… sorry. You've got to understand, burning on contact with water is weird."

"Says the ten foot long snake thing that abducted me!" Zim snapped back, going through spasms.

"Touché."

"Now," Zim said, trying to get back into his chair with dignity, "Tell me where I am."

"You're on board the N.A.S.-"

"Did you not here me? Tell me where I am!"

"I said, you're on-"

"WHERE AM I!?"

"You're-"

"WHERE AM I!?"

"You're-"

"WHERE AM I!?"

"YOU'RE ON THE N.A.S. VICTORY, IN A LOW, GEOSTATIONARY ORBIT ABOVE THE HUMAN CITY OF MINNEAPOLIS, MORE SPECIFICALLY, ABOVE THE FREAKISH GREEN WE FOUND YOU IN!" Scly screamed, leaning out of his chair into Zim's face.

Zim was quiet. Seeing all those sharp teeth belonging to a carnivore that was angry with you does that.

"Do you have four tongues?"

Scly sighed, "No, I have one that separates into four at the end."

"Creepy."

"Creepy is a relative term."

All was quiet for a few minutes, before Zim spoke up, "Please don't eat me."

Scly's eye twitched. "You have been selected as an example of the Irken race for a psychological evaluation of your species." Scly said, trying to ignore Zim's plea.

Zim chuckled to himself, "Well, I'll admit I am a pretty awesome specimen. Not all Irkens are as incredible as me. I AM ZIM!"

"I'm gonna be frank with you, Zim. You seem fairly arrogant."

"Not arrogant, proud. There's a difference you know."

'No, there's-"

"Oh I'm sorry. I should have realized that an inferior species couldn't comprehend me. For I am Zim! The most intelligent, handsome, logical, incredible, dangerous, evil-"

"Short." Scly cut in, eager to make the Irken stop.

Zim glared at him, anger in his blood red eyes, "How dare you?!"

"Like this: You are short." Scly retorted.

Zim screamed something Scly couldn't make out, and leaped onto his head.

"Hey, what the- Get off!"

"You dare insult an invader!?! The armada will destroy you!" Zim yelled, pulling at Scly's tongue.

"What?" Scly asked, holding Zim at arm's-length.

Zim tried to swipe at Scly's eyes, but upon finding his arms to short, grudgingly responded, "You dare to steal an Irken invader from his planet, inject him with toxins, refuse to give him his location, have the nerve to call him short, and then fail to comprehend why the Tallests wouldn't have you killed? Have you the brain worms? Probably picked it up from the unsanitized bus slave…"

"The… Tallest?"

"Yes, my leaders are the tallest members of the Irken race. Does the Irken ruling system not amaze you?"

"Not really."

A look of rage exceeding all that had previously crossed Zim's face appeared, "YOU DARE TO UNDERMINE THE AUTHORITY OF THE TALLEST?!" He screamed, before leaping at Scly's head, this time clawing at his eyes.

"Okay, enough!" Scly said setting Zim down, "Why do the Tallest have authority?"

Zim sighed as if this was the most obvious thing in the universe. "They are tall."

Scly sighed, "Yes, but why does that make them better than you?"

Zim growled at this blow to his pride, "Because they are taller than me. And just you wait, I'm gonna start growing any day."

"You have a long way to go."

Zim roared, firing a laser out of one of his PAK legs.

Scly narrowly dodged the bolt, and hid behind his chair, "Computer! Find and neutralize energy weapon in interview room!"

A blue light shot from the ceiling into Zim's PAK, shutting it down.

Zim collapsed to the ground moaning, "Ohh… My… My life clock? NOOO!!"

Scly peered over the back of his chair, to see Zim bent over his PAK, furiously pressing the restart button, "No, no, no, no, no! Work, please!"

"Ahh, Zim, are you alright?"

Zim looked up, crying, "Please! Please fix my PAK! I need it! Zim doesn't want to die! ZIM DOESN'T WANT TO DIE!!!" He whined.

"Um… computer, restart the object."

Another blue light hit the PAK, and the red circles on it lit up.

Zim gave out a cry of joy and clamped it on. He sat there contentedly for a moment before remembering Scly.

"You!" He said, standing up, his anger returned, "You did this!"

"Oh boy."

Scly quickly jumped through the door panel, closing it just in time to lock Zim in.

"YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!"

Scly walked back into the hallway.

"Only two more…"

What do you think of my choice of Minneapolis? I chose it because of its location in The Wettning, its climate, and the architectural style. I'd say 'quality of education' but that's mean, even for a resident ;)