Zim's eyesight was amazingly strong, strong enough that he could easily see through the fibers of the fabric in the sack on his head. The guards led him down a long staircase, with a torch hung on the wall every few feet. Soon, they arrived at the dungeon. They walked past several prisoners, and each of their faces showed signs of having been beaten by guards and soldiers.

The guards holding his arms stopped in front of the last cell, ripped the sack off his head, and threw him down. They slammed the door shut just as a voice came from a little microphone clipped to their uniforms.

"Guards L23 and Q87, please report to the briefing room for a reward." They smiled and left quickly, leaving Zim alone with only his thoughts.

First of all, he wondered why there were stairs instead of an elevator. He guessed Gaz liked to keep things like they were in her time.

He knew he had probably crossed the line when he mentioned Dib's death to her. Of course, his personality had been cloned and downloaded into a hologram, his smart mind was too much to just let die, but Zim needed to make Gaz angry if he wanted to end up in the dungeon. If they had killed him immediatley, his plan wouldn't work. He needed to make them want to torture him for a while.

He realized that someone was trying to contact him and made his video projector slide out of his PAK. He was surprised that nobody had checked him for weapons. An image flashed up in front of him, but it was so dark he could only see a small bit of blue light.

"Hello?" he said quietly.

"HI THERE!" the voice on the other end yelled happily.

"Shh, Gir! Do you want to be caught and torn apart limb from limb?"

"Maaaaayyybeeeeee..."

"Look, just come quickly. Can you still get my coordinates from underground?"

"I think so."

"Good. Try not to get caught."

The video projector retracted back into his PAK, and Zim thought of his little robot servant. Of course, over 1,000 years, he had to keep fixing it, and eventually decided to just download it's memory into a new identical body. Gir was now as good as new.

He sat for about 15 minutes, lost in his thoughts, until finally a small shadow crept up in front of his cell. It slid between two of the bars on the door, and under the pitiful little lightbulb in the middle of the cell, Zim could just make out his eyes and grinning face.

"Did you do what I said?"

"Yeah, of COURSE I did!"

"You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

"NOPE!"

"Shh, Gir, be quiet!" Zim whispered. "Remember those things I told you to get for me before you came?"

"Oh, yeah!"

There was a moment awkward silence.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Did you get the supplies?"

"Yeah!"

Gir dumped a few things out of his head. Zim couldn't really see the small pile of things on the floor.

"Um, what did you bring?"

"I brought a muffin and some waffles!"

"That's it?"

"Noooo, I also brought a taco!"

"So you didn't get ANYTHING I told you to get?"

"Oh, that stuff, yeah I brought the rope and the little drill thingy."

"Good."

"I also brought your googlsies in case you wanted to go swimmin'!"

"Goggles, Gir."

"Aww," Gir said sadly. "But gogglsies is funner to say!"

Zim sighed in annoyance. "Whatever, Gir, let's just get out of here."

"How we gonna do that?"

Zim looked up at the air-conditioning vent that was almost invisible. A normal person of any planet would never have been able to see it.

"Don't worry,Gir." He smiled. "I have a plan."