9A cloaked figure condensed from the mist surrounding the clearing. Another appeared, trying to look menacing, but tripped into a bur patch. The first face-palmed.
"My patience with humans seems to know no limitations," Zim sighed. "Now secure me or the Resisty will prevent us from boarding their ship!"
"Are Irkens really hated this much?" Dib asked, slapping a thick, goopy substance onto Zim's PAK. "You can't even go onto another ship without being fully defenseless! Isn't that a bit much?"
The bound Irken looked at the human as if he had sprouted another arm and stated that gravity was the work of rainbow hamsters. Then he burst into hysterical laughter.
"Good Irk! I keep forgetting how little you truly know about the universe outside your own solar system!"
Dib scowled at his former enemy. "Oh come on! It's not my fault my species still thinks digital watches are cool!"
Zim attempted to calm himself. "Whew! I'm okay. Okay."
So they waited. And waited. And waited. And WAITED. Eventually, Dib tried to lessen the boredom.
"I still can't believe that you were able to talk me into this," grumbled Zim.
"You're just grumpy 'cause you're losing."
"I'm losing because I can't hold cards with my claws tied behind my back!"
"So?"
The Irken growled and scowled at the sky. Squinting, he focused on a pinpoint of light.
"Ha! Beat you again, space boy! Just admit it. Humans are superior!"
"Silence! They are here."
With a flurry of light and metal, a ship crouched against the ground and a walkway descended. A single darkened figure, eyes aglow, stepped out.