As the two came closer to the labs, they froze as they heard more music playing from inside. They pressed their ears/feelers against the door and listened in. The music was threatening and serious, there was a very sly atmosphere to it. It was… eerie. Tak sang first, they heard.
(Game Over – Alexis Vega)
Tak:
Your time has come, once and for all, you've met your match, you will fall.
This little game we play is gonna break us down, only one of us can wear the crown.
It's not as easy as you thought it'd be when it's down to you, verses me.
Gaz:
I play rough, I don't need to try, you like to play me but the score never lies.
Both:
Game over, game over, game over,
For now…
Gaz:
Winning the game's the only rule allowed, no more good luck, or cheers from the crowd,
When the game began you never thought you'd lose, but your time is up I played a rouse.
Look around you found you lost your team, you tried your best but you ran out of steam.
Tak:
I play rough, I don't need to try, you like to play me but the score never lies.
Both:
You're all out of wished kiss your dreams goodbye the end's the same,
It's not whether you win or lose it's…
How you play the game.
Game over, game over, game over…
For now…
Dib and Zim eyed each other in horror, they were having a real fight in there! They rushed in to break it up before it got too serious when… Wait… Tak and Gaz were sitting side by side, each had a controller and they were facing the computer screen. Flashes and explosions burst in the pixels along with swords and guns, and the occasional sharp toothed pig. Gaz had hooked up her Game-Slave to the computer and they were battling each other in multi-player.
The boys sighed in relief and then stood back in wonder. They both knew that no one had ever beaten Gaz before, but Tak was getting close. Their fingers moved so fast they were a blur, this should be interesting… The music continued:
Gaz:
Is that all you got?
Tak:
Come on!
Gaz:
Uh-uh!
Tak:
Bring it on!
Both:
Game over, game over, game over…
For now…
Game. Over.
The music stopped and the game came to an end. The scores were adding up, everyone held their breath in impatience. Who would be the winner? Would Gaz keep her title of Game Queen? Or would Tak be the new ruler of the digital world? Nearly there… and the winner is…
Warning! Incoming Delivery!
The screen snapped into darkness with a res warning label plastered across it. They all groaned and protested at the horrific timing, but then Dib was the first to stop, realising something.
"Hey guys! Delivery! We can fix the machine!"
Everyone paused and stared at him.
"Finally!" Zim cried, jumping to the delivery chute and pulling out a tiny brown box.
He carefully prised it open, not wanting to damage the delicate object. He flexed his gloved fingers and reached in. Everyone held their breath, this must be a very important piece of machinery for even Zim to use this much caution. Zim pulled it out and placed it in his palm for all to see. They groaned in irritation.
"A screw?" Dib snapped, "That's what we were waiting for? A single flat-head screw?"
"Yes…" Zim shrugged.
"Man Zim you can get a pack of fifty for a dollar in the hardware store down the road!"
Zim tinned his lips in thought, he glanced at Gaz who nodded in agreement with her brother. Tak smacked her palm to her forehead. Zim darted his eyes nervously, he needed to cover this up. The music would have ended long ago if he had known this. He had an idea.
"Pathetic human, it's a special Irken screw that only… Irkens can get when the world is… a musical… SO THERE!"
"No it isn't!" GIR argued playfully, lifting the lid on his head and pulling out a bag of replica screws.
"GIR! Why didn't you bring these before?" Zim demanded.
GIR shrugged, "You didn't ask."
"Look, we can discuss this later, now can we please just fix the machine before we end up singing the cursed High School Musical songs!" Tak ordered.
They all shuddered at the thought, Gaz even felt like she was going to vomit. She turned to Zim with a new, threatening glare in her eyes.
"Fix it. Now."
As you may have guessed, fixing the machine took no more than five minutes to put the screw in place. Now came the difficult part, getting the music waves out of the computer and detach the iPod from the wires. That part took longer, about half an hour. Nearly there, all he had to do was push this button. Hopefully.
He slammed his fist onto the button and could hear the electricity flowing rapidly, sparking and jolting from inside. A dizzy haze descended over them, forcing them to sit down for fear of falling. A bright flash erupted from the wires, nearly blinding them. But, as soon as it started, it was over.
Musical data waves deletion complete! Musical data waves now de-activated, NOW!
No one dared to move. There was a clang from behind the machine. GIR jumped to his feet and picked it up, hugging it longingly.
"Poddie came back!" he cried with joy.
"So, it's over?" Tak asked, nervously.
"I think so, try singing." Dib urged.
Everyone tried to focus on an emotion and turn it into a tune, words, anything. But no music fell into the air and their mouths hung open silently. Zim started humming and quoting the words of a song from the past, but it was all him, no musical force at work. They sighed in relief, they were free!