Me: Hello, there, welcome to Bride of Doom. Today we have the tallest from our story and many other's.
Tallest:Hello Doomy.
Doomy: Hello Purple, Red. Might I say Red you look nice today?
Red: Thank you, this is a new dress.
Purple:I think he looks fat.
Doomy: Inquiring fans want to know... why have you two changed so much after the Earth studies? Were you brain washed?
Red: Haha, no, you see back on Irk all we were was just 'the Tallests' even we could be replaced by tallers like Zim eventually.
Purple: Here on Earth we have so much more power as "the parents". And we'll never be over-ruled.
Doomy: A little odd... I like it. But why not just explain your new found power to Zim?
Red: We have a bet on when he's going to crack first. Purple says by next month I don't think he'll last that long.
Doomy: There you have it. Insight from inside the story, now we continue with our main character and his creepy crush.
Red was right. Everybody loved presents, and Gaz was no exception. And Zim knew exactly the perfect present. After the horrid dinner and washing the disgusting dishes, he went to his lab to work on it. Taking careful measurements and splitting atoms, Zim was one step closer to Gaz's heart. In the dead of night he performed the most difficult task of his plan without even breaking a sweat, but still leaving him tired to sleep until the next day.
"Zim, wake up!" Red yelled.
"Ooh, Gaz... talk to me dirty, yeah that's it." Zim drooled before being yanked violently out of bed. Zim did his mornig hygenic routine before dressing and going up to the kitchen. What he saw made him scream.
The kitchen was redecorated in a 50's style, with lime green wallpaper, and orange and white checked counters. The toilet was gone and the fridge was replaced with a smaller powder blue one. There was also a matching dishwasher and trash compacter.
"Zim, hurry up and eat breakfast." Red sad fixing his plate. Waffles, eggs, irken bacon and sausages, and a irkin-type ham steak was piled on one plate, smothered in maple syrup.
"I'm not eating that!" Zim glared at the garbage.
"You're right, you're late to your human information structure as it is." Red said shoving a paper bag lunch in his hands ,"And you better eat that, Earth substitute-food is stunting on the growth!"
Zim was pushed out the kitchen and found that the livingroom too had been changed. The walls were covered in a tacky white and beige paper with the irken symbol decorating them, the giant monkey picture was replaced with an antique clock sculpture, and the couch was now plaid-green with a lace doily on the back. in the center of the room was a purple and red woven rug, which Gir was laying on watching cartoons.
"Gir, what did you do?" Zim asked, knowing the little robot's handwork, but he just pointed to the older irken sitting in a recliner.
"The base was our idea, Zim... everything you had sucked." Purple explained reading the newspaper before laughing. ," Oh, Garfeild, pasta's not for cats!"
Zim was never more happy to get to the hell they call Hi Skool. Surprisingly, yesterday's incident granted him sympathy from the other humans. But he still avoided classes he had with Gaz. He knew he had to talk to her some way to give her his offering but he was too embarassed. By lunch he was too depressed to focus on anything.
"Hey, Zim. Can I sit here? Not like you have a choice." Gaz startled him out of his thoughts setting her tray down across the table. Zim's heart went to his squeedlyspooch as he watched her sit down. She was beutiful, wearing her hair half up, with a t-shirt saying "Don't make me release the flying monkeys" and jeans with patches sewn on the knees.
"No, yes, you can, doesn't bother Zim... or you until you're embarassed." He blurted looking around to see if Dib was going to attack from behind using her as a decoy.
"Alien or not, you're not the first person to be humilated by their parents."
"Yeah, but have you ever been publicly humiliated? It's worse than the food-trials of food courtia." Zim sighed.
"One word. Dib." Gaz said looking him in the eye.
"Enough said." Zim nodded, taking out his lunch out of the bag.
"What's that on your bag?" She asked peeling an orange with a claw-like nail. Zim looked to where her eyes led and found a note.
Dear Zim,
I made you a sandwhich from the leftovers last night. The way it tastes, I had to find some way to get rid of it and I like Gir too much to let him eat such waste. As my research shows, the meal I had put together is neutricious and will help you learn top-secret
information about Earth for the invasion. I also put in a cookie.
superiorly your's,
Red
Zim emptied the contents of the bag to find four sandwhiches, a small juice box, an apple, and as promised a cookie. He'd rather have the school's food than Red's cooking.
"So, you have family in from town or something?" Gaz asked.
"Worst, my leaders." Zim looked down.
"And I thought my planet's leaders were dumb..." She laughed. Zim grew an emerald green in embarassment then remebered the offering.
"So your 'pet' is being put down today?" Zim smiled.
"Yeah... I failed, go on laugh at me." She hissed.
"I wasn't laughing, I was just thinking it was a really nice lizard. How well did your father know it?" Zim asked.
"Personally? Only did he see it twice, he hired me to care for it until it attacked that expert person."
"So, he wouldn't know every detail down to the scale, right?"
"No, he doesn't even remember what me or Dib look like." Gaz said arching a brow.
"Good. Please come over to my base after school, I have a surprise."
"I hope it's a weapon to get Spike free."
"Oh it's much better than that."Zim grinned.