Invader Johnny - I'm glad you like Zim demanding to be fed. Poor, ignorant Zim.. but I can totally see GIR yelling that too! Thanks for your loyalty in reviewing.

TigerNinjaWarrior - Your review warmed me right down to my evil, twisted core. Thanks so much again!

Tallest Cora - Thank you, My Tallest! (Am I supposed to call you that?) It's great that you think Zim is in-character -I love his character and would NEVER want to screw it up. And Deruna would agree with you. If Zim ever became Deruna's king, she'd probably eat him before the wedding even happened.

DoughnutRing - Thanks! I love that type of IZ fanfic too. I hope you enjoy the rest!

Today when I went on yahoo, I noticed an ad for Taco Bell saying they now had waffles. I immediately pictured GIR asking Zim to take him there RIGHT AWAY! Hehe.

Anyway, Zim is hungry for food in this chapter and I am hungry for reviews. Bring it!

EXT. Massive Ship.

Computer: Incoming transmission from Manti.

INT. Massive Ship. The TALLEST pause their board game and give each other frightened looks. DERUNA'S ADVISOR pops up on the screen.

ADVISOR: Greetings, leaders of Irk! As you know, our Moon Feast will be held in two weeks from today, and we traditionally invite the elite of all our allies to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Our Queen cordially extends her invitation to the Irken Tallest. Thank you!

A lower-ranking MANTI rushes onscreen and whispers in the ADVISOR's ear.

ADVISOR: Oh, right. And our Queen also wants you to know that if Zim is stringy, she's going to roast the two of you instead. Hope to see you there!

The screen fades to static.

RED: So do you wanna go to this party?

PURPLE: I dunno. I hate Zim as much as the next guy, but I don't wanna eat him. That's nasty.

RED: We don't have to eat him, you doofus. But we WILL get to see him get turned into soup.

PURPLE: Oh, right. Might be fun. Alright, I'll go.

The TALLEST continue their board game.

Cut to the HALL of the MANTI PALACE, just outside of ZIM's feeding room. DERUNA and the ADVISOR peak in on ZIM, whose cheeks have become rounder and arms pudgier. In addition, he's grown a bit of a beer gut. But he wears a content smile as he eats in his beanbag chair.

ADVISOR: It's pathetic! He actually thinks you'd consider him as a mate if he became large enough. He dares assume he can become a Manti King?

ZIM wipes his mouth with his glove, sighs and pats his stomach.

ADVISOR: Milady, once we have him soft enough, shall we take him to the Fattening Chamber?

DERUNA: No. Look at him - he's so happy. So deliriously happy.

Inside the room, ZIM yells at a MAID who has started to take his plate of a squirming, wormlike pasta away.

ZIM: Hey, I wasn't finished with that plooka! Don't you understand that the fatter I get the more KINGLY I get? Feed me.

DERUNA: I wouldn't want to ruin that for him - it would break his heart, tear it out.

ADVISOR: An appetizer?

DERUNA: No, keep him here - treat him like a king. In two weeks, he'll be "kingly" enough to feed our entire party...

ADVISOR: ..You like the chef more than me, don't you?

DERUNA: Shush.

DERUNA, drooling, watches ZIM open wide and be fed, one hand resting on his inflating stomach.