enchanted

"Lies! This Magic Kingdom of yours contains no magic at all! And that oversized mouse is HORRIFYING!"

suspicious

Why was the Dib-thing smiling at him dreamily from across the classroom?

throne

Red and Purple were thrown into the large chamber none too graciously. They knew the room well.

They sat there not too long ago, feasting on donuts, without a care in the world.

They knew the room well, but that was before the revolution.

radiator

"Zim is sorry for your loss and hopes you accept this replacement."

"Car keys?"

A gloved finger gestured to the deep blue sedan parked across the street.

"Zim, WHAT have you done with MY car?"

"My SIR unit has unfortunately developed... relations with your vehicle. I advise you not to look in your garage, for your inferior human sanity's sake."

idiot

"YOU KNEW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO! Why couldn't you wait like I told you to?"

Those who had bothered to attend the funeral simply ignored the kid with the skin condition as he punched the gravestone.

explosive

Zim nonchalantly went through the airport scanner and allowed security to search his person and his carry-on "backpack", which he couldn't remove for "health reasons". The medical certificate he presented to them said so, after all. Smiling, he joined Dib in the waiting area and squeezed the purple moose toy he held all too knowingly.

covers

Dib thought Irken bedsheets felt exactly like silk, even though he knew they were entirely something else.

flavoring

smack, smack

The couch sagged slightly as the strangely gloveless Irken sat down. "Zim has a flavor."

"You haven't injected yourself with bologna DNA again, have you?"

smack

Was the alien sucking on his fingers?

"Of course not, Dib-stink." The couch creaked audibly as the Irken moved closer. "Here, TASTE!"

Forty two rounds of toothpaste later, Dib still couldn't get the taste of metallic broccoli out of his mouth.

hairdresser

Dib took one look at Zim's goofy toupee and politely declined the (unusually generous) offer to style his hair. He figured he could wear hats until his scythe lock grew back properly.

mainstay

Zim had gotten pretty used to Dib coming over every day, even though all the boy really ever did was try to sneak into his base.

I did this set the old school way. The power went out,so I grabbed a dictionary and flipped through the pages until I had my ten words. I think Zim was pretty OOC in this batch.