Three parts in one.

Because if it were three parts, it would be three parts in three.

That doesn't sound as cool.

Rim sat at the desk, feeling himself bristling at the mere thought of being surrounded by the enemy. All of them so... stupid, it seemed. Of course, his disguise was generally good.

He had taken one similar to Zim's with a few tweaks for good measure. Sharp down-pointed dark brown hair with black outlines, navy blue eyes in honor of Kri's navy blue ones, and a black foot-length trench coat he had saved for those rainy days on Virp.

He wondered briefly if rain on Virp and Earth were the same. He hoped not; the one thing you didn't want falling out of the sky and landing on you was eggs from hostile predator aliens like Viroshians. Especially when they hatched.

Rim shook his head and got back to his current condition, barely noticing when the adult-human teacher drone was finished announcing their new teacher before slithering away. A tall woman with blond hair halfway down her back stepped in, a black jacket draped over her ocean-blue top. She had on dark skin-tight jeans that grew baggy after her knees and a pair of black boots.

"I'm Ms. Corale," she said, pronouncing it like a stable you keep horses. "I'm your teacher for this Student Exchange."

She was smiling and waved a hand. "Take some time to get to know each other for now. We won't work too hard today."

Cheers as she won over their hearts erupted from the room from all but Rim, Dib, Neo, and the mysterious twins in the back...

"Dib! Hey, Dib, wait up!"

Dib turned and glared as the girl Dip ran up to him, waving.

"Leave me alone!" he shouted and turned, running down the sidewalk. He'd gotten more agile this year, what with chasing Zim all the time, and he soon heard her footsteps slow behind him as she gave up. "Stupid robots," he hissed under his breath, turning a corner and slowing to a walk, crossing his arms angrily.

He didn't wait for Gaz to catch up, knowing she had actually been accepted for the Exchange. Even though it was only because she had threatened them with their lives, he was still a little jealous. He sighed and trudged on, still feeling down. A brand new class, and none of them showed any sort of potential or interest in Paranormal Activities.

Another bust.

Rim pushed the door to his new house open and was very grateful to see the inside completely remodeled. The front living room now had a sleek black television for good appearance on the right wall, and the couch was replaced by a black chair, loveseat and ottoman. To his left, the closet that the roboparent's had been stationed was gone, replaced with a hidden door that was their regular lift down to the lab's. To his right, the doorway to the kitchen had a swinging door, and as Kri walked out of it, he could see the sleek new granite counters, silver refrigerator, oven, stove, microwave and dishwasher there, as well as an island in the middle for eating.

Wielding a spatula and something in his right hand, Kri threw the bundle to Rim, who caught it with ease and caught the scent immediately.

"Cooking?" he asked, unrolling the treat and finding a sort of brownie underneath.

"It's good to learn their needs and wants, mandatory-wise, in case a chance to poison their food supply arises," Kri explained smoothly, vanishing into the kitchen to do at least a quick cleanup.

"Of course," Rim said, shaking his head and rubbed his head with a vague smile, taking a bite from the brownie. He was surprised; it was really good. "Either Earth food is delicious or you're still my favorite cook," he called to Kri, wandering to the back room which was now a bedroom-like arrangement.

Directly to his right, nestled into the corner on the same wall as the door, a bed was there with a small bedside lamp and a poster of the Irken symbol on it. Straight ahead in the right corner, a dresser. To his left and in front of him, a large book case packed with books. Half, he knew, would be about Irk and Irkens, the other half about Earth and Humans.

He mused over how their planet and their species had nothing to do with each other as he walked into the room and tapped the wall across from the doorway, opening the lift door and slipping inside, sliding his wig off and shaking his antennae free, pulling the annoying eye contacts out and revealing his haunting red eyes.

He twitched his antennae and yawned, rubbing his one eye. "Sess?"

"Yes, Rim?"

"Have you assessed our location yet?" he asked as the lift lit up a pale blue and brought him down to the lab, his eyes reflecting the light.

"Yes, Rim. The humans around here are labeled harmless and stupid." He barked a laugh. "Although, there is one exeption..."

"Who?" he asked immediately as the door slid open, walking out and towards the screen as a live feed came up.

He saw a scowling boy with a spike of black hair, a trench coat shorter than his own (which he just noticed he had forgotten to take off), and a shirt with a small smiley face on it. Hands currently stuffed in his pockets, he was glaring at the ground and, as he walked along, he kicked a rock across the street.

"Him?" Rim asked, mildly surprised and disbelieving. "He proves a threat?"

"He has a strong belief of aliens and is also under the occupation of Paranormal Investigator, which brings him to stand against you in your quest."

Rim felt a sudden spark.

"He was in my... class." It took him a moment to get the foreign word.

"Oh? Then, might I suggest inviting him over after Skool tomorrow?" Sess suggested, a scheming smile in place, if she had a face.

"Exquisite plan," he said, mimicking the smile he didn't see.

Sess.

Why do I always name the computer AI's Sess?

...that or Zium.

Sess or Zium.

...

Maybe something else...