Welcome to Act One, Scene Three! As you can see, this is in screenplay form, just because I like to imagine it's as much like a real IZ episode as possible. FF seems to have changed its rules regarding screenplay form anyway.

Thanks to Tallest Cora and Invader Johnny for the reviews! Please keep them coming, they make me so happy.

Enjoy!

INT. Manti Palace, in a room adorned with marble and comfy chairs. Four MANTI women with cascading white braids and tattoos giggle as they tend to ZIM, who sits on a giant beanbag chair. He is being fanned by two MAIDS while the other two take turns feeding him.

ZIM: AT LAST! ZIM is being worshipped as he was always meant to be...worshipped! About time. YOU! PEON! Fan me some more and –

He pauses; a female MANTI maid has stuffed his mouth full of a fudgy-looking sweet. He sputters a bit, but then gives in to the taste and gulps.

ZIM (cont): I forbid you to interrupt my speech with food again! Though it was quite good.
At this, the eager MANTIS maids force the sweet into ZIM's mouth three pieces at a time. Though he squirms due to the force, he swallows.

The MAIDS exchange wicked glances and hand ZIM a block of the candy, which he noms as he speaks.

ZIM (cont): Tell me of the mission your queen has called me here so specifically to do.

MANTI #1: We don't know what our lady has planned for you, but we know it's going to be vital to the Empire.

MANTI #2: Our queen fought tooth and claw to have you here! She announced your arrival with tears in her eyes, announcing our salvation was near at last.

GIR enters with a plate of food and sets it before ZIM; he runs back out again, only to bring in more. We see him do this again and again, bringing more every time.

GIR: La la la la la!

ZIM: Your Queen is a wise Manti.

MANTI #1: How sure she was that you'd be an amazing -

ZIM: - mate?

MANTI #1: What?

ZIM clears his throat and keeps eating. MANTI #2 nudges #1.

MANTI #2: Does your honor think he's worthy of courting our queen?

ZIM: How dare you question my worthiness! Your good queen adores me, I can clearly see, for who would not desire the mighty Zim as a mate?

MANTI #1 looks questioningly at #2, who looks revolted, as if to say "everyone".

GIR: I getted you crackers!

GIR shrieks.

GIR: Forgot the cheeeeese.

We get a full shot of ZIM's loveseat and the countless platters of food that he's been brought. He blatantly enjoys the food, sampling a bit from each plate.

MANTI #2. We apologize, your magnificence. Have you tried the shnoockleberry custard? It's excellent.

Both MANTIS hold him spoons of the pink custard and take turns popping it in ZIM's mouth. ZIM smacks his lips and considers the taste.

ZIM: Excellent indeed. Your master needs a break. I have a ... sensitive stomach.

GIR: Need the bucket?

ZIM: Nah, I'm fine.

MANTI #1: With all due respect, "Master", don't you wish to enjoy the food some more? It's the best cuisine in the galaxy.

ZIM: Delicious or not, I said, I am full. Surely your queen doesn't want a blob fighting for her people. I must stay quick and eat only enough to nourish myself.

The MANTI MAIDS look worried.