Agent Mothman, reporting.

I haven't really updated in Dare's story in a while...

Eh, whatever.

Dare and Gaz were actually out skiing/snowboarding together. I think they're racing each other on the Pro-Track: the hardest slope down.

Me and Zim were taking a walk around, exploring. I wanted to see who would crack first, me or him, but we didn't really say anything, we just walked with our hands in our jacket pockets.

"So," I started. He looked at me, almost interested, "how's it goin' with Dare?"

He turned his head back and shrugged, "We're good. She told me once that she dated a guy before me, back in California before she moved here."

"Oh... And you didn't really go crazy?"

He looked at me suspiciously.

"What? You just look like the person (alien) who would kind of lose it over that."

"NO, I was fine," he replied.

"She's really nice, and you're really lucky." I looked at my feet when I said that.

He nodded his head in agreement. "I could never be any luckier than how much I am now... But what I don't see... Why does she love me? I have no idea! Is there really anything to me?"

"Hey, I used to be your sworn enemy; I don't think you should be asking me that."

He sighed. I sighed after.

I saw a flagpole in front of us.

EVIL DIB!

"Hey Zim," I kept a straight face.

"What?"

We stopped in front of the flagpole. "I heard that if you lick a pole, you can get a free wish!"

EVIL LAUGH (in my head)!

"Really?" His eyes perked up.

"... Yeah, sure; I double-dare you!"

He turned and faced the metal pole. He closed his eyes and whispered, "I wish I knew why Delilah loves me so much..."

Then he licked it, like I said.

ANOTHER EVIL LAUGH (in my head)!

He got stuck. "DIBTH! Why ith mah tongue thuck on tha pole?" he demanded.

I couldn't hold it in: I burst out laughing! "YOU FELL FOR IT!" I yelled, almost ROFL-ing as strongly as I did yesterday. "I LIED!"

"CURTH YOU DIBTH AND YOUR DOUBLE-DARETHS! CURTH YOU!" he screamed.

"OK, I give, I give; I'll help you get out," I finally stopped laughing.

I took out a small jackknife from my jean pocket. I turned it upside down and, slowly, peeled of Zim's tongue from the pole (it doesn't hurt him because it's on the OTHER side, the side that's NOT sharp). He sucked it in like a snake.

"That was mean!" he shouted at me.

I laughed a little more. He snapped.

He grabbed my hair and jammed my face into the pole. "HEY!" I yelled.

"Har har," he fake-laughed. I just noticed when I said hey, I caught my tongue on the pole. Zim stalked away from me.

"HEY! Geth thyour assth back here!" I yelled at him. He walked away snickering to himself.

I took the pocketknife and did the same thing as I did to Zim. I broke away from the pole. I turned and chased Zim back to the lodge.

So yeah, we're like brothers now since Delilah came. Without her, one of us would be dead now!