-Author's note: Before I edited these first 2 chapters, it may have been confusing to read...so go back and read 'em again! Or not and continue onward!-

-3 hours earlier: Zim's labs-

(Here, your brain will be happy to know what happened between Zim and Dib...maybe!)

Zim: All right, you're gonna' write fifty pages about why it flew over clouds.

(Zim takes a sip of his soda.)

Dib: (sort of liking this) What is the 'it'?

Zim: (ignoring him) Yes, well, don't include things that you like. You know, bigfeets, goats, goals, and especially me. You can make up a race of aliens that have nothing to do with Irkens.

Dib: (perplexed) I don't like you! And it's bigfoot, ghost, ghouls, and not what you said Zim.

Zim: DO NOT CORRECT ZIM!

Dib: Whatever.

Zim: (looks to the elevator) I have some important business to attend to. If I come back, and you have DONE SOMETHING TO MY LABS, I will make sure all of your hair follicles are removed from your hideous head. (takes his soda and leaves)

Dib: Yes! (tosses story aside) Too bad Zim doesn't know that I have a camera-a video camera!

(The computer decides to talk because Zim left.)

Computer: Are you sure you want to do that?

Dib: Of course! What'd ya' think?

Computer: Because if you are, that technique won't work. The camera I mean. Zim would see it.

Dib: Yeah, but-What're you saying?

Computer: I could 'tape' the base and Zim from here. He's not in disguise right now.

Dib: (creepy like; almost like the computer is his dad) You'd do that for me? Seriously?

Computer: Sure, for a price.

Dib: But you're a computer! You don't need money!

Computer: No, I don't want money.

(It gets creepier! Ah!)

Computer: You see, Zim refuses to upgrade me, and the other Irken computers have the newest versions. That's where you come in.

(Ooooh...He's jealous!)

Dib: You want me to update your database? I can't read Irken!

Computer: Just press the button that light up and that's it.

Dib: Then I'll-Wait! Why would you want me to catch Zim on film? He's your master!

Computer: I'd rather be with a more intelligible Invader. One that's not so dim. (lazily) Oh, that rhymes with Zim.

Dib: Fine, just start before Zim comes back and rips my hair out! (But...that's a good thing!)

(Deep inside his database, and all those wires, the computer grins. Don't ask!)