Chapter eight. I own no zim!!!!
Almighty Tallest Red and Purple screamed and kicked, rolling all across the floor in a horrific temper tantrum, while General Meech, Officer Sklubb, and Deputy Gloosh tried desparately to calm them down. Finally Meech's big, booming voice bellowed over the commotion:
"Please my Tallest, calm down! There's more!"
"More? MORE?!! How many more are there? Are they taller then us, too? Are they coming here? WHY?? IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR!! WAAAHAAHHAHHAAABABOOBBGGHHLLLLLCCHEEEPOOOPYYYY!!" Purple shrieked in hysterics. Red shook his shoulders and slapped him.
"Snap out of it! Get a hold of yourself! Maybe we should hear him out," said Red. He stood up and loomed over General Meech, picking him up by his shirt collar and jabbing a skinny green finger in his face. "TALK, MEECH!" he glowered.
" Yes, my Tallest, the stranger is taller then you, but please listen. There may still be hope. You see, he has no PAK."
"So what?" said Red.
"Yeah…So what?" echoed Purple.
"We've spoken to the Control Brains, and they all agree that it would be a disaster for the stranger to overthrow you as the Almighty Tallest. He is unfit . He was raised in the wilderness as a savage barbarian alien. He has no proper upbringing, no knowledge of the Great Irken Way. He might not agree with Irken laws; he may even pity the alien filth we've conquered thus far, for he himself was raised as alien filth! Project Impending Doom II could be compromised," Deputy Gloosh explained.
"Yeah, but the Irken Public won't realize all that. They'll chose him because he's taller then us. It's Irken Law!" whined Purple, sucking his thumb.
"Yes, my Tallest. But only if they know," Officer Sklubb said, smiling wickedly. "Don't you see? He has no PAK."
"Without a PAK, he has no encoding, no serial number, no genetic history. He isn't recorded in the Great Irken Database. According to all records, without a PAK…he doesn't even exist," whispered General Meech, his eyes glinting viciously.
"We could take care of him here in the Station, cover it up, and no one would even be the wiser," said Sklubb.
Tallest Red and Purple looked at eachother, all of what Meech, Sklubb and Gloosh had been saying slowly crystalizing in their pampered, lazy, over-fed brains. Finally they smiled.
"I like the your style Sklubb. I like your style," said Red grinning deviously.
"You two are awesome! You should be rewarded," said Purple, turning to Red. "How about free passes to the main snack chamber on the Massive?"
"Sounds good to me," shrugged Red. " C'mon, Sklubb and Meech. Let's go get ice cream shakes on the Massive, our treat."
Sklubb and Meech turned to eachother, their eyes shining. "YIPPEE!!" they cried in unison. The four of them turned to leave the Reception Doorway.
"Wait!" cried poor Deputy Gloosh, trotting after them. "What about me? Can't I come, too?"
"You?" said Purple, wrinkling his nose with disgust. Gloosh was a whole two inches shorter the Meech and Sklubb!
"You can be rewarded too, I guess," said Red. " You get to be on Toilet Cleansing Duty until your superior commanders' return! Good job, soldier!Congratulations! Now go."
Deputy Gloosh's antennae drooped sadly. " Thank you, Almighty Tallest. You're too kind," he said gloomily, slinking away.
"Oh, but before you go, call that nasty little medical drone in Observatory Central, the one who's keeping watch over the stranger. Tell her to take extra care that he's handled properly; we don't want him wandering about the station for everyone to see," said Officer Sklubb.
"When we return, we'll personally see that he's killed," General Meech assured the Almighty Tallest.