Next chapter. I don't own Zim or stuff. Sklubb is mine. Gloosh is mine. Read it.
Officer Sklubb stood before the Reception Doorway, his beamer-gun poised for action. Whoever this filthy creature was, the Irken officer was not going to let it enter the Irken Territory Field without a thorough investigation as to what it's business was.
"Sir, the Creature is approaching the Reception Doorway. It really does appear to be an Irken! What do we do?" came the shrill voice of Deputy Gloosh.
"Just be ready, boys…Just be ready…" said Officer Sklubb. The troopers all, stood before the door, waiting.
Suddenly the door opened. The creature stood before them, his hands raised in surrender. He was obviously a real live Irken, though he was dressed in the strangest clothing. He wore a dingy blue sort of pants made with a thick, sturdy looking material, and a shirt with short sleeves and no collar. Strange alien writing was written across the front of his shirt in symblols that looked like " Garth Brooks Live At Riverport!" , though the Irkens had no idea what the letters meant. He had no gloves, and his feet weren't wearing boots. They were covered with the strangest type of rubbery shoes with straps all laced and tied in the front. But that wasn't the first thing they all noticed about him.
" You're so…so...TALL!!" Gloosh exclaimed, dropping his weapon immediately and bowing. The other troopers did the same, staring at the stranger in wonder. Officer Sklubb wasn't so easily bought.
" Who are you? Where have you come from? And how did you get so…TALL!?" he asked.
The stranger blinked dumbly. " I-In that order? Ummm, well, my name's Robert Bledsoe, I'm from the planet Earth, and…Gee, I dunno. I guess I grew big and strong from eating Mama's good old-fashioned home cooking," he chuckled, scratching the back of his enormous neck awkwardly.
Sklubb could tell the stranger was trying to make light of the situation with that last remark, but this was no laughing matter. He lowered his weapon and an electronic arm came out of his PAK with a radio transmitter.
"General Meech, sir. I must report that we have a situation that may require immediate attention. A foreign Irken from a place called Earth has been detained on Irken Station Sector 3CQ4…Please, sir, you must come immediately. I will notify all Control Brains. And sir…. Permission to alert the Almighty Tallest. This concerns them as well," Officer Sklubb said into the transmitter. He looked back at the big green stranger with a shuddering sigh.
" As for you…. Come with me", He said, turning down the corridor.
Reluctantly poor Bobby followed, wondering what in blazes was going to become of him now.