Hi! Just spent an hour and a half watching Death Note. Time well spent! Anyway, to anonymous dudeos.
Your Face: Thanks you for that... explanation. Here, I'll post it up.
Scarlett: Dear TheCrazyGirlYouNeverMet, *takes a deep breath* I'm from another
story on fictionpress and Fred is my cat who's actually a girl, but I didn't
realize that till after I named her. She has Sudden Nervous Smasms, (SNSs)
most likely caused by claustrophobia, that cause her to leap backwards and
throw me backward in the process, she likes to jump on me for some unknown
reason and follow me around.
And that is the story of Fred.
So very...interesting! And, no thanks, I'd rather not update my face. Not a fan of plastic surgery or botox. (Ha, I made a funny XP)
Did I reply to Stealth Dog yet? Well, whether I did or not, HI!
FRIGGIN' CRAP: Yeah, I'm kinda disappointed nothing exploded, too. Everyone is! I'M SO SORRY! *cry* Kay, I'm good. Also, Pedro is-
Pedro: Right here.
Heehee.
Pedro: What?
You know how I was talking about pedophiles?
Pedro: Unfortunately, yes.
Heehee. Pedrophile.
Pedro: Oh, god.
Get it? Pedro? Phile? haha!
Pedro: *growls*
Pedro is mister grumpy. GUMMIE BEARS ROCK!
Anyway, bye Pedro! *Pedro disappears* (I had rootbeer. That is the source of my power. It gives me the awesome power of annoyingness. I kept going "Is that L? Who's L, anyway? Is that L? I think it's L. I saw someone on YouTube call him L. I hope it's L. I like L. Or do I like L? I don't know if I like L. L called himself justice. Heehee, L called himself a girl's name. L is a boy... Hopefully... Seriously, if L had a guy's voice and a guy's hair but was a girl I'd like explode.")
Am I annoying you: Yes, yes you are. But I annoy people, too! *shrug* It's a living.
Pedro: Not really.
DID I NOT TELL YOU TO LEAVE?
SuperH: *I have hypno-eye swirlies* *says in zombie voice* I will write more. But I will keep making cliffhangers. Haha on you! I. NEED. THAT. COOKIE! COOOKKKIIIIEEEE! (Yeah, you're not the only freak 'round here, buddy![Er, if you're a girl, do you prefer buddette?])
As Zim walked, Gir under his arm like a football, Gaz following from a few yards behind, he wondered why he had a warm spot on his chest. He tried to just forget about it, but he just couldn't let go of it until he figured out what it meant.
After a minute of contemplating, he looked at Gaz over his shoulder. She scowled, catching his gaze.
"Gaz?" he asked.
"What do you want, asshole?"
He didn't really know what that was supposed to mean, but he ignored it.
"Did you try to set me on fire last night?"
She narrowed her eyes.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, see, there's like a warm spot on my chest and-"
"Keep walking, Pink-Eye, I want to go home." She interrupted quickly.
"Well, I know, but, I just can't figure out why-"
"Nobody gives a shit, okay?" she yelled.
"Well it looks like a certain someone is at that time of the month, eh?" he muttered, looking forward again. He felt a hard thump against the back of his head and guessed that Gaz had thrown a rock at him. Since it was followed by a slight burning sensation, he guessed that she had added a little power to it.
He rolled his eyes and kept walking.
"Then again, it seems like she always is." he said, but this time in his own foreign language.
"Speak English, will ya?"
He spun to face her.
"Don't you think we'd get there faster if you could possibly, oh, I don't know, stop being a bitch?"
"It's just the simple power of motivation."
"Motivation?"
"Don't know what that means, Einstein?" she cocked her head, then said really slowly, as if talking to an infant: "Motivation means to help people keep going."
"Yeah, sure, more like kick them in the head and rub their face in the dirt, then threaten to slit their throat if they don't do it right."
"Well, then maybe I should be a little more motivational, huh?"
"Watch it, Membrane, don't forget who lost the fight."
"I wasn't as angry then as I am now."
"So anger gives you your power, is that it?"
"Pretty much. And I'm always angry."
"No, really?" he said sarcastically.
"Don't make me motivate you, buddy."
"Ha, I'd like to see you try."
"Don't give me any ideas."
"Like you could use them. Any thought that's not yours just bounces off, doesn't it?"
"You don't know me!"
"I know you enough to know that much."
"STOP FIGHTING!" Zim looked down at Gir, who was pouting.
"Stay outta this, ya bucket of bolts." Gaz said.
"Why can't Gazzy and master get along?"
"What did you just call me?" Gaz said.
"But I thought you LUVEDED eachother!"
Gaz gagged. Zim made a disgusted face.
"What the HELL made you think THAT?" He said, just about gagging himself.
"'Cause!" Gir said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I saw youz a-cuddling last night!"
"That was probably a dream, Gir."
"More like a nightmare." Gaz suggested.
"For once, I agree with you."
"No, it's TRUE!" Gir banged on the side of his bubble for emphasis. "I saw it myself!"
Zim felt his eyes widen. Well, it DID explain the warm spot.
He glanced over at Gaz, who's eyes had widened too. They stood like that for a moment.
Zim turned abruptly and walked on. "Better get going!"
"Diddo!" Gaz said, following after him.
And then came the awkward silence.