Sometime later in some place west of Isengard….
It was break time in Badplace County Jail and our not quiet hero of this story was being subjected to the horrible and often illegal procedure called flirting.
"So how'd a pertay little gal like yourself get in this place?" some crooked toothed guy said.
"Well let's see," began Heartofstone15. "There was murder, torture, kidnapping, illegal bending of the laws of time and space, ummm what else…"
"Did ja mention the murder part?" offered Mayo God.
"Yah I already got that. It was first on the list."
"What about throwing a dimension into peril?"
"No no, forgot that one. So then it was murder, torture, kidnapping, illegal bending of the laws of time and space, throwing a dimension into peril…"
"Did you remember murder?"
"I already told you: that was the first on the list!"
"You forgot thievery."
"What?"
"Thievery. You forgot it."
"We didn't steal anything!"
"Yes we did! Remember! You stole the fans' money in the second chapter!"
"Oh yeah. So then its murder, torture, kidnapping, illegal bending of the laws of time and space, throwing a dimension into peril, thievery…"
"Don't forget the murder bit."
"What is with you and murder?"
"Listen. Listen," the flirter held out his hands in an attempt to stop the girls from arguing. "I really don't have time for this. Can't I just have a date and we can get on with our lives?"
"Well I just never did that sort of thing before."
"Well of course you haven't! We don't go killing strangers in our dimension; that would be stupid! I'm just saying that you have a strange attraction to the word and it's creeping me out slightly."
"Well that's hardly my fault."
"Oh forget this!" the guy left.
"What's not your fault: the strange attraction to the word 'murder' or me being creeped out by it?"
"The creeped out part."
"Well you do have a point there. Anyway, what were we talking about again?"
"I don't know. It had something to do with murder."
"There you go again!"
A purple portal suddenly ripped through the threads of existence and a familiar green alien looked out.
"Is that you, humans?" Zim asked, squinting slightly in the bright sunlight.
"There you are, Zim! Took you long enough!" Heartofstone15 said, getting up. "We were just talking about the murder we committed."
"I thought it was assistance of a murder," the Irken looked at the questionably.
"Oh yeah! That's it!" Mayo God hit her head in realization. "Knew I was forgetting something."
"'Ey!" a guard came running. "No one escapes prison on my watch!"
He was too late. The treads of time and space had rewoven themselves with very nice thread.
"Oh bugger," muttered the prison guard.