Just a filler chapter and I am tired, sorry for the shortness.
"What?" Skoodge inquired, at Zim's accusation. "It's Tak!" Zim screamed pointing at the screen. "Why would Tak dare harm another invader, much less kill one?! How could she do that?! Oh! She will feel the wrath of the Irken Empire for this treachery!" "ZIM!" Skoodge interrupted Zim's rant, "Zim, Tak couldn't have done it." "Why not?!" Zim answered back. "Zim" Skoodge paused, "she's dead."
The Membrane house, Dib's garage; blue sparks blazed off a piece of metal on Tak's ship. The sparks stopped and Dib lifted his welding mask and examined his work. He sighed. He still had a long way to go; this technology was hundreds, if not a thousand, years ahead of his time. And it's not like he can buy new parts for it, and he knew Zim wouldn't help him. Gaz did fix it temporarily once, but it broke down right after she finished beating the crap out of him inside it.
"I could use a drink." Dib said to himself. He got up removed his welding mask and gloves and set them on the workbench, he was a greasy mess. He had been working on the ship since the start of summer vacation; he was about two months into it. Dib made his way into the kitchen and lazily opened the fridge. His eyes scanned the shelves until he found what he was looking for: a Poop Cola. He snapped it open and took in a long sip. 'Wait a minute.' Dib thought. His eyes darted back to the fridge; he just made a horrible, horrible mistake. That was the last soda.