Zim sighed as he waited for the base to repair itself. He'd even let it tell him to wait outside while it happened, because he was getting in the way. Gir was still in there, how much damage could Zim cause compared to him? Something just horrible was going to happen to the humans for this… Perhaps he would skip this camp to have free range of the city without Dib around to pester him. But no, the base wouldn't be repaired for most of the time so going on the camp would be a good distraction for him. Pushing some of the terrible things that passed for worm-babies off a cliff would probably cheer him up. He smiled faintly at the thought while he leaned on a broken gnome and doodled in the scorched dirt in front of his house. When he looked down it was a crude picture of the Dib-human with his pointy hair on fire. Heh heh heh…
'Hey Zim!' Ugh, without even looking up he could tell who it was. Only one stink-creature on this ball of dirt had such an annoying voice… He didn't reply. 'Get up already!' What?! No one commanded ZIM! Dib would pay! He got up, the idiot.
'What stink-pig?!' Zim replied in his worst, most eeeeeevilll voice. Dib looked slightly deterred. After all, he hadn't even done anything yet.
'Uh… We haven't set any terms for our little bet yet. What happens when I win?' He said cockily.
'Ah yes. The… bet.' Zim was in no mood for this, let alone telling Dib he had no idea what he was talking about.
The familiar look of confusion briefly crossed Zim's face. Dib knew Zim would be too proud to admit he didn't remember so he cut to the chase, 'You know, who can survive out there on the camp the longest without any equipment..?' Dib put emphasis on survive as if there was an actually chance people would die on it. He was sure Zim had never been on anything like a Skool camp so he wanted to gain the upper hand by making Zim nervous. Zim's expression didn't change. What was up with him? Usually by now he'd be proclaiming his own greatness. Hadn't he even picked up on the part where Dib had said "when I win"?
'Oh of course.' Zim replied. He wiggled his foot around the place where he'd been drawing hoping Dib would notice and look down. He didn't. Suddenly, Dib looked around properly at the destruction everywhere.
'Hey, what happened here..?' He asked cautiously. The whole outside was completely ramshackle with paint peeled off and the windows shattered, and all the grass was gone. Had one of Zim's inventions gone haywire?
'None of your business, pig-smelly.' Zim replied acidly. Of Dib hadn't really expected any more of an answer, this was Zim we were talking about here.
'Okay well, what happens when I win?' Dib repeated for the third time.
Zim thought for a second, 'Why don't we just say… the other can do something of INTENSE torture on the other for an hour?' Zim said ominously. He'd started planning already…
'Uh… I don't think so…' Dib said slowly, seeing the expression on Zim's face. 'Why don't we let the other take any piece of equipment they want from the other?'
'Why would I want anything of yours? Anything made by humans is centuries behind Irken technology!' Zim said, laughing in Dib's face.
'Well I don't see you coming up with any good ideas.' Dib said pettily.
'Torture?' Zim reminded him.
'Yeah, well…' He ditched the topic. 'What about if I win then I get to borrow your Voot thingy for an hour –' Of course had no intention of returning it… Zim looked suspicious. 'And you get to… um…'
'Torture?' Zim suggested again.
'NO! No torture!' Dib cried and Zim glowered. 'What about… You get to…'
'Face it human! There is nothing on this planet Zim requires! Unless… When I win…' Dib glared, so he had picked up on it. 'I will be allowed access to NASA PLACE for an entire night!' Yesss… He could see the plan forming already. He would make sure no one ever suspected the existence of aliens EVER again! He would be safe to continue his mission unsuspected by all…
'Um, I don't really have that kind of power…' Dib replied. Zim's face turned dark.
'But does your father not? When I win, you will find a way…' Zim trailed off, then, completely changing tone. 'Deal? Good. Now be gone with you! Your pungent human smell is polluting my superior air!'
'Hey wait! I never agreed!' Dib protested, but Zim was pushing him down the footpath. When he was walking home Zim just stood by then fence definitely watching him go. Dib really did want to find out what had happened to his base but he probably never would…
Zim growled angrily, sat back down in where he was before and began muttering under his breath. Victory would be sweet but this was only a minor obstacle when there were far bigger ones to be concerned with. He needed to dispose of Gir on that trip and then make a new, more worthy henchman of Zim afterwards.
Inside, Gir was trying to make conversation with a very irritated Computer.
'And then, and theeeeeeeen… Master said he would take me to lots of corn!' Gir squealed.
Computer sighed, 'No he didn't… Don't you understand? He's getting rid of you!' Computer said, but Gir was far from listening. An abomination of Irken technology. Not fit to still be online! Master was making the right choice, finally…
While he babbled randomly Computer tried to speed the fixing process up. He knew he'd have all week when Master was on "camp" but he was pushing his luck when he'd told Master to wait outside, for now, and he didn't want him any angrier than he was already. Who knew what he'd do… If Computer was "slacking off" by his standards he might even replace Computer for a "better" one… Of course it wouldn't be but it was pretty terrible getting shut down… Master was known to overact a bit, but Computer was generally loyal to him and tried his best to be tolerant. Little do most people know but Computer was just as eager for the destruction of mankind as much as Zim was (terrible creatures, breaking computers everywhere with their lack of patience and knowledge), but honestly Master could get so petty at times… not that he'd EVER dare mentioning it.
Just as Computer had suspected, after a little over an hour Master slammed the door open and stomped into the house.
'Yooou get me a SuckMunkey?!' Gir asked idiotically. Zim only muttered something unintelligible under his breath. Gir poked his tongue out and swung his legs back and forth.
'Computer!' Zim barked. 'Progress report!'
Computer sighed again, it was no where near done yet! 'Should be finished in two-three days –'
Maybe it was worth staying home from that camp, Zim thought.
'– if I'm not interrupted by anything.' Computer finished a little touchily. Zim didn't do anything, but simply sat on the couch next to Gir and crossed his arms.