-A/N: I doubt I'll be doing too much re-editing to these chapters constantly since I sorta' figured out some stuff...ah well. It'll be a lot faster and easier once I post a story in story form, but that won't be until my 3rd story. Um...ok later!-

Zim: (waiting for Gir) Well Dib, if you're here, you will have to eat what Zim eats.

Dib: But...I can't. I'm not Irken.

Zim: Well, that's too bad. GIR COME HERE!

(Gir comes down through a tube from the kitchen with bags of Irken snacks)

Gir: Here's your food! (dumps snacks on Zim then runs over to Dib) You gonna' sleep over!?

Dib: No, now go away. (Gir doesn't move)

Zim: Gir only listens to me, Dib-Worm. No go away Gir.

Gir: (only by coincidence, he leaves because he sees a shiny piece of metal through the lab's floor) YAY!

Zim: See Dib, he listens only to me.

Dib: Whatever, but he'll come back. You watch.

Zim: (opens a bag of chips) Your voice irritates me.

(Five minutes later, Gir comes back with two huge cups of soda)

Gir: (goes to Dib) Here ya' go! (goes to Zim) An' you too! Hehehehehe!

Dib: Told ya' Zim. Now, what're in these?

Gir: SODA POP! An' Zim gets Irken soda! YOU SURE YOUS NOT STAY'N OVER!?

Dib: I'm sure. (cautiously takes a sip) Well, I know this is normal.

Zim: Maybe it tastes normal because you're crazy! (laughs)

Dib: (takes another sip) I'm not even gonna' bother.

Zim: (uses spider-leg to collect the not-started story) You didn't write anything! Not even my name, WHICH IS ZIM!

Dib: I know who you are, Zim. And by the way, I couldn't find a pen.

Zim: (looks at the floor) There's one right there, with your name on it.

Dib: (calmly) I forgot it was there.

Zim: And there is also one on top of that empty box of Twinkies. It has your name on it too. What other excuses do you posses?

Dib: (sips soda so fast he chokes) Eh..Eh...

Zim: (not noticing) Well, what's next?

Dib: (stops choking) I didn't know what to write. Maybe you had better ideas, because of your superior mind and intellect.

Zim: (takes it as a compliment) Yes, I do have an AMAZING MIND, don't I?

Dib: That's right. If I started that story, then it would stink and everyone would blame you for not writing it.

Zim: True, true. But you're gonna' finish it.

Dib: You're saying that you want me to finish a perfect story and end it badly!? (He's loving this. Dib cannot enjoy life, I say!)

Zim: Of course not! I'll either do it myself, or I'm sure the Tallest will gladly finish it.

Dib: That's good. (acts like he's concerned) But what will I do? Ms. Bitters would want me to do something.

Zim: You can draw a picture or something. While you do that, the MIGHTY ZIM will create a story!

(Zim hovers-in the chair-over to the computer and starts pressing buttons, "typing' the story")