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Hello everyone, how have you been? :)
Wow- Sixteen reviews for only the first chapter, this is great, you guys! Seriously, you have no idea how surprised I was when I saw how many reviews I was getting for this. I hope all of you guys keep reviewing for this story, it really means a lot to me! :D This story was actually just some random idea that cam eup, I actually didn't plan on continuing, but since so many people asked though…
The beginning of this story may be a little slow since I didn't fully remember where I was going along with this plot-line, but I hope you still enjoy is.
So, without further adieu, let me continue.
Listening to: Lemonade Mouth- Determinate
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Title: Unknown Issue
"What?"
"N-Never mind! By past Tallest Spork, Zim, stop calling us! You're just wasting time so you don't have to do your mission- Well; guess what? Your trick didn't work, so ha! I'm ending this transmission on you, don't try this trick again or I'll throw you out of an air lock! Goodbye, Zim!"
The purple eyes Zim knew were now one from his view and static blaring around the laboratory he was in, not making a single sound. Gir was petting the beaver on his lap, giggling here and there when the beaver would lick his robotic hand. Finally, after many moments of silence and constant blinking, the Irken finally let his mouth to fall open to cry out-
"Now what in Irk was THAT?"
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(Back on Irk inside Tallest Purple's chamber)
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The two fingered hand slammed onto the panel faster than any Voot Cruiser could ever move, the look of terror crossing over Purple's face. What was he doing? Contacting Zim? Thinking that the shorter Irkens mattered a single bit? This was insane- He never thought like this before! He was going crazy! Oh, Tallest Miyuki, please forgive for my sudden insanity!
"I need a nice snack, that's all- A snack and a hover walk."
Tallest Purple hissed to himself, running a two fingered hand over his face as he hovered out of his chamber to obtain his snack. This was silly, actually worrying over the smaller Irkens. They belonged down below him, like hello, that's why they were short! Pfft- Actually worrying over the shorter Irkens. So stupid. There is nothing wrong with the way the Irken system works and never will be. Tall Irkens, short Irkens, ugly Irkens- All of the Irkens were fine just the way they are.
So, what should he snack on? Donuts, cupcakes, fries? Ohh~ He hadn't had curly fries in a looonngg time! The fatty goodness was just a perfect-
"You're an idiot! You can't do a single thing right!"
Purple's food ranting thoughts instantly ended when he heard a male voice harshly cry out at another Irken. The Tallest was hovering only a few feet away, half of his body hidden by the wall that he hadn't hovered around yet. A rather tall Irken, nearly not tall enough to please Purple though, had his face bent downwards towards a smaller Irken. His pink eyes bore into the yellow eyes that were far below him, a snarl taking over the taller Irken's features.
"I-I-I didn't-"
"That's right, you didn't think! All you are and ever will be is a stupid food drone! All you are and ever will be is a stupid food drone! You are nothing but a disgrace to the Irken empire, you're just a worthless piece of filth. Can't even do one simple task!"
"It's… I-I tried, I really just wanted too-"
"Shut up!"
As soon as the taller Irken raised his three-fingered hand upwards to strike the smaller Irken something within Purple's pak sparked.
"Hey! You!"
Both Irkens instantly stopped doing whatever they were doing, stiffening upwards and hands going upwards to salute the voice they knew well. Purple's high pitched voice had cracked slightly at his shrill cry, placing his body between the two Irkens. His purple eyes bore down into the pair of pink eyes, a snarl tugging at the sides of his lips.
"Why on Irk do you think someone as pathetic and stoopid as you can talk to my personal servant drone that way?"
"My Tallest! Forgive me, I did not know-"
"Yeah, of course you didn't know, I wouldn't think someone as dumb as you would think about it. Get out of my face and go do something, like, I don't know, your job! If I see you yell at my personal servant one more time, you'll know what it feels like to be thrown out of an air lock!"
Okay, so yeah, maybe he did threaten to throw people out of air locks too much. Hey, it was something fun to do!
As soon as the taller Irken bow and hurried away was when the Tallest tilted his head downwards to make eye contact with the shorter Irken. She still had her hand up to her forehead, her saluting looking undignified with her trembling figure. Tallest Purple waved a hand to dismiss her salute, noticing the bruises marking around her cheek and neck.
"Are you alright?"
"I… Yes, my almighty Tallest, I am fine. I can not thank you enough."
"It's nothing, it's just-"
His neck twitched, his pak once more sparking.
"-If you weren't such an idiot none of this wouldn't have happen! Go make yourself useful and find me some curly fries! Now, drone, go get the curly fries NOW!"
"Y-Yes, my Tallest!"
The little Irken ran as fast as her small legs could out of the hallway, hurrying along to obtain the food her Tallest wanted. Purple placed one of his hands against the wall to support his body, other hand gripping to the front of his purple robes. What in the name of Irk had just happened right there? One moment he was protecting the smaller Irken and then in the next he was yelling his face off at her!
By the past Tallests…
What's happening to me?
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(Back on Earth, Dib's room)
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"Zim's so called 'Tallest' wants to take a stand, eh? But a stand against what, exactly?"
Dib was questioning out loud to himself, sitting in a rolling chair before his computer. A bag of chips was on his lap as he watched Zim work in his lab, munching away. It really hadn't been that hard to put a camera in Zim's lab, he had gone over the house and asked Gir to put it in there. So, there he was, just sitting there like the stalker he was.
Man, Dib needed a new hobby, a normal one.
"What would his 'Tallest' need his help with? Zim is on his mission, what would be so important to call Zim while on his mission to ask him? And for that matter, why did he hang up the transmission like that? And another thing, why does Zim have a beaver in his laboratory?"
Unknown to Dib, his father was actually standing outside of his closed bedroom door, actually home for once. Professor Membrane tugged an eyebrow high above his goggles, shaking his head to himself.
"My poor, insane son."
…To Be Continued…
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See? I told you it might be a slow beginning, but really, I'm going some where. :P
SO- Please review, tell me what was liked/disliked, all that jazz!
Have a fantastic day! :D
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