Yay! I make waffles in a microwave and corn in a toaster! That's the way COOL people do it these days right? Right?
Chapter seven
I looked at the Skoolchildren and sighed, as usual I was the weird one.
Zim looked up at me, looking almost as confused as the others.
"Wait... You were living with the Dib and his Game-Playing sister! I will never let you join me! Now shoo you pathetic little Earth Monkey. Zim is superior! Now be gone with YOOOOOU."
I stopped, everything was moving in slow motion.
"But, Zim. Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please PLEASE let me join you! I need to! Or I will esplode! That happens to me sometimes..."
"You sound like GIR..." He mumbled, and I started poking his head.
"Stop poking my superior head of superiorness!"
"Not unless you let me work with you."
"Fine. On one condition. Just to make sure that you will devote everything the the ALMIGHTY Zim." He leaned over towards me.
-Insert whisper noises here-
"OH. I don't know... My parents wouldn't like that very much... And, what would Dib say?"
-Insert more whisper noises here-
"How would you do that? That seems hard... With all the blasting and- Okay! I'll do it!"
"Good. We meet at my house tonight?" Zim asked.
This wasn't like, a date, but it sure sounded like fun anyways. ^.^
The rest of the day was spent learning about how to skin a Squirrel. Because all we had as textbooks was a survival manual...