"EXTREEEEEEEEEEEME SLAAAAAAW! THE ULTRA FOOD OF THE MILLENIUM! EVERYONE WHO HAS EATEN THIS SLAW HAS BECOME EXTREEEEEEEEEME! YOU WANT THIS SLAW, YOU LOVE THIS SLAW, YOUR LIFE IS NOTHING WITHOUT THIS SLAW! JUST ASK THIS SATISFIED CUSTOMER."

"My life was nothing before, but now with EXTREME SLAW I have a car, two sons, became an astronaut, committed polygamy, and bought California!"

"YES, YOU TOO CAN COMMIT POLYGAMY WITH EXTREEEEME SLAW. ANYONE CAN BUY IT! EVEN THIS HOBO!"

"DO YOU WANT SLAW?"

"Yes" -SPLOOSH-

"YOU HAVE YOUR SLAW, SIR! That'll be $78.95"

"Huh"

"EXTREME SLAW! BUY NOW!"

Note: extreme slaw does not let you live in a mansion or be an astronaut you can have two sons as long as you aren't ugly. this commercial does not support polygamy, if you commit polygamy your doomed self will go to jail. forever. buying california is impossible since i just destroyed it by the time you read this. extreme slaw can cause cancer, heartfailure, deadly bowel movement and acne. most people who eat extreme slaw experience worm babies popping out of their stomach.

This commercial was sponsored by Science With Professor Membrane"

"I love this show," said a little cyan robot.

"We should buy some slaw, Gir," said a pudgy, little Irken named Skoodge. They were casually watching TV until a faint voice was heard.

"GIR! GIR! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!"

Gir got up and looked out the window. "That's master," he said "He's being chased by scary, purple girl. He has a beaver on his head. Oh look, a leprechaun!"

"GIR! OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE, GIR!"

"Shouldn't we open it?" asked Skoodge.

"I don't know," replied Gir. Skoodge decided to take matters into his own hands. He opened the door and Zim leaped inside while the Robo-Parents say their usual "Welcome home, son" line. Zim ripped the Robo-Mom out of the floor and threw it at Gaz causing her to fall back. Zim quickly locked the door and waited until everything was quiet.

"Skoodge, there's a crazed female human named Gaz out there that wants to kill me! Help me fortify the base!" Zim said.

"I'm on it," replied Skoodge, "SIR unit, defensive mode!"

"NOOOOOOOO!" But it was too late, the command was given. Gir flashed his red coloring before replying with a "Yes, sir!" followed by a return to his cyan color then jumping out the window.

"I FOUND MY PIGGY!...BOOM...Aww, it 'sploded."

The broken window was enough for a very pissed Gaz to enter the base.

Skoodge attempted to stop her, "Halt, I am a trained Irken Invader and conqueror of a world. Surrend-" He was hit by a toy taxi. Gaz leaped at Zim and pinned him to the ground.

"MINIMOOSE! HELP ZIM!" Zim screamed. Minimoose faced Gaz, both glaring at their opponent. Their stares were strong enough to pierce rhino babies. The tension string enough to bend butter knives.

*squeak* was the last thing said by Minimoose. He dropped on the floor and exploded into a mini-mushroom cloud.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MINIMOOSE! WHY! WHY! HE WAS TOO PURPLE TO EXPLODE! OW!" Gaz had hit him on the head with the beaver to shut him up.

"Hey, that hu-OW-STOP THIS!-OW-I'll eat your bab-OW-Please, I'll do anything!" Zim pleaded. Gaz considered the idea, then batted the toy beaver in his face, then she considered it again, before hitting him again, the sequence repeated until Zim had broken his fake lens and was covered in bruises.

"Fine," Gaz said.

"Tha-thank y-you," Zim said weakly. He passed out after that moment.