Author's Notes: So, I know it's been a couple of days (more like a week), but I've been away from home and my family for about 3 months now and I think the homesickness is starting to settle in. It's really got me in a creative slump, but I will try to work through it and post this on time.

As always thank you for reading and please review.

(Back with Zim...)

[Present Day]

They breached the Earth's atmosphere in a matter of seconds and Dib tensed himself as Zim reaches for the purple button.

"You ready?" Zim asked him.

Dib nodded, too fearful to speak, if this didn't work, they would lose their chance to arrive on time. The future and everything they loved would be thrown into uncertainty, Dib tried not to let such dark thoughts consume him…it wasn't easy.

Zim stills his own nerves and presses the button, it's not that he's emotionless, no. He's gone into autopilot, if this works, he'll be home, and once that happens, the fake Zim would take over. The new time traveling H-drive hums to life, and they speed off. Gaz wasn't kidding about the ship being on its last leg and as it jumped across time and space at warp speed it becomes more evident. Machinery begins to spark with electricity as they grew closer to their destination. For a moment Zim fears they won't make it, but then the jump ends and Irk with all its glory appears before them.

"Whoa…" Dib unbuckles his straps and looks out the window, Irk is bigger than Jupiter, and its gravitational pull is so strong that it has more rings than Saturn. However, strangely enough it's not a gas giant, Dib can see its rocky surface through the purple clouds. "This is your home?"

Zim smiled, despite the hardships that coming home always brought him, he had missed it. "Yes, this is Irk."

"So, what's the plan?" Dib asked, looking at the smoking interior of the ship.

"Well, I was hoping I could hide you in here." Zim revealed. "There is enough food to get you by comfortably, but now…"

Dib didn't need him to finish explaining, the ship was a wreck, and no doubt his fellow Irkens would try to fix it for him. Dib couldn't hide on the ship now, not with the risk that he might be seen. "So, I guess I'm sticking with you?" He asked.

Zim nodded. "I'm late, the Tallest expected me to be here two days ago." Zim explained. "We can say I had a mechanical malfunction and got stranded on some stupid rock."

"Don't we need a name for this rock?" Dib asked as Zim began to fiddle with the watch that held Dib's Irken disguise.

"No, the Tallest do not care where I was, besides they hate rambling." Zim reasoned.

"Oh, so what are you doing?" Dib asked.

"Making some adjustments." Zim said as if it was obvious. "I told you, you're too tall, but this will make you appear shorter." He finishes his work and steps back. "There, try it now."

Dib takes a deep breath and flips on his disguise, it looks the same, only now he is a full head shorter than Zim.

"Your name is Dek." Zim tells him. "You are a service drone."

"Okay…" Dib looks lost.

"You are a smaller Irken who serves a taller, usually only Commanders, the Tallest or General Kazar would have one. You were abandon on planet Dirt by Commander Nift over 200 years ago."

Dib, nods in understanding; this was his cover story and he needed to remember it. "So why did I get abandon?"

"You dropped a jelly filled doughnut on the Commander's shoes." Zim said with a smirk. "And he threw you out of the airlock and left you to rot."

"Seriously? Over a doughnut!" Dib exclaimed.

"Yes, and the Tallest will do far worse to you if you do not remember your place." Zim advised.

"Right, okay." Dib takes a deep breath; he knew a few things about smallers from what he learned while hacking Tak's ship. "Look down, never speak unless spoken to, and finish tasks swiftly and efficiently."

Zim couldn't help but smile. "I ran into you after my ship broke down and being pressed on time, I was forced to recruit your help. After that I decided to keep you around just in case, we broke down again. Do you understand?"

Dib nodded.

"It's Sir." Zim corrected him. "You have to call me Sir or master at all times." He explained. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir!" Dib stands up at attention and salutes.

"Not bad," Zim admitted. "But drones don't salute Invaders, and you're looking at me, that's a death sentence waiting to happen."

Dib looked down, avoiding Zim's gaze and drops his salute. "Yes Sir."

"Better, now try your best not to draw attention to yourself, please." Zim advised.

"Unidentified craft, Identify yourself." An annoyed voice hissed in Irken.

Zim takes a deep breath and hands Dib one more thing, it looks like an earpiece. "This will help you translate the many languages you will hear including Irken."

"But I can't speak it well." Dib reminded him as he put the earpiece inside his ear. Heck, who was he kidding? Dib couldn't speak Irken at all, something Zim had already pointed out before.

"That's why you are a drone." Zim reasoned. "You barely speak, and no one cares what you say as long as it is not offensive. Besides Dek didn't speak well to begin with. "

Dib nodded and Zim went to answer the Comms, he shifts from English to Irken so well it's like the words just flow into each other.

"This is Invader Zim reporting as requested for the Choosing." Zim states.

"Understood." The voice doesn't sound less annoyed.

"When we land, you are to walk behind me, do not look at anyone." Zim warned.

Dib nods as Zim guides the mostly destroyed ship towards one of the rings. A purple beam shoots out at them and teleports them to the surface. "Neat."

"Yes, very neat." Zim mused. "Remember you're Irken, this technology is nothing new to you."

"Right." Dib nodded. Zim wasn't kidding, this wasn't going to be as easy as he had originally thought.

"Relax, I'm a well-respected warlord, no one is going to question your presents as long as you are with me." Zim assured him.

Dib took a few deep breaths as the ship pulls into a parking spot inside a vast Parking Garage.

"Dib…" Zim gives him a look, he's worried.

"I'm fine, I can do this." Dib assured him.

"I know you can, it's just, the Choosing." Zim tried to explain.

"Yeah, what is that, exactly? Dib asked.

"It's like a trial." Zim tried to explain.

"I read about those." Dib said. "Tak's ship described them as an evaluation of sorts."

"Sort of." Zim agreed. "I will be presented to the Main Control Brain, Lineage where I will be evaluated for the possibility of filling the role as the next Tallest."

Understanding fills Dib. "Taller Zim, that's what they called you."

"Yes, but the future is not set in stone Dib, I…without my programing to hide behind I could be…" Zim trailed off.

He didn't have to finish the sentence, suddenly Dib understood why Zim looked so defeated right before they left. He had come here knowing that there was a chance he could die…

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dib asked.

"It wouldn't change anything." Zim hands him what looks like a set of keys. "If things go south, if I'm found out, I want you to take my Voot and get out of here." Zim ordered. "Do you understand?"

Dib wants to argue, but the fear in Zim's eyes forces him to swallow his pride. Zim was scared of what was to come, but more than that he was scared of what would happen to Dib. "I understand." He said taking the keys. "But you're going to do fine." He assured him. "Do you know why?"

"Humor me?" Zim says sarcastically.

"Because there is nothing wrong with you." Dib told him. "You're perfect, just the way you are and if they can't see that than they are the ones who are wrong."

Zim smiles, he feels the urge to kiss the human, but knows it's not a good idea.

Dib returns the smile, and closest the space between them in seconds.

The kiss lasted longer than he meant it to, he wanted it to be brief, but the moment they kissed such ideas went out the window.

Zim melted into the embrace as the familiar feeling of electricity ran through him. This could be the last time they did this, so he supposed it couldn't be helped. He felt his body tremble as he fought for control.

Dib reluctantly pulled away, he knew he said he'd let Zim come to him, but if things did go wrong, he'd regret not being completely honest. "I love you." He says.

Zim fells his very being cease at those words, with three words Dib had left him shaken.

"You don't have to say it back." Dib assures him. "I just want you to know…in case…not that I don't have faith in you…I just…"

Zim chuckled, stepping back. "How I could feel all squishy and weak for something like you irks me."

Dib looks ready to argue but stops as he realizes exactly what Zim just said. "I make you feel weak?"

"And strong, at the same time." Zim admitted. "It's…perplexing."

Dib smiles, he wants to drag this moment out, but knows he can't. "Well lead the way Space Boy." He jeers playfully.

Zim straightens, all playfulness gone as his face grows serious. "Remember, you are a drone."

"Yes Sir." Dib looks down and tries to focus on something else besides the taste of Zim on his lips.

Zim turns and as the hatch door opens, he leads his drone out into the open hanger.

Mek growled slightly as Zim came into view, she had been stuck working in The Main Hanger ever since they felled to locate the rebels on planet Zoran. It wasn't fair, it was Bec's fault that the enemy got away, but he got to return to duty. Which was bull, sure it wasn't his fault that his memory was erased. Still, the idiot had allowed a lesser being to get the drop on him. He should have been punished, but no, since she was the highest ranking soldier, the failure rested on her!

At least she wasn't completely alone.

Num had also been reassigned to the Main Hanger for vehicle maintenance and judging by the shape of the ship before her, he had his work cut out for him.

"What did you do? Hit every asteroid on the way here?" She snickered, Invader Zim maybe well respected by the higher ups, but he was still just another Irken male in her eyes.

"I take it your mission on Zoran did not go well?" Zim speaks as a matter of factly. Mek wasn't as bad as Tak when it came to her prejudice nature towards males. It was the natural response after all, females were always underestimated and overlooked. So of course, that would make them testy.

"Stupid Bec got his memory wiped and I'm the one paying for it." She growled and stopped as she sees Dib. "Who's the trash?"

"As you can guess I ran into some trouble, Dek here is the reason I got here at all." Zim explained. "And He will be staying with me."

Dib keeps his eyes on the ground, it's not easy. He can feel the female's eyes on him.

"Fine, but you should know the Tallest are not pleased, you were due to arrive two days ago."

"Do not lecture me soldier!" Zim hissed. "I am aware of my tardiness; I need no reminding."

Mek growls but remembers her place. "Of course, Invader Zim, you and your…tag along are free to go. I will inform the Tallest that you have arrived."

"Good, come Dek, we cannot keep them waiting." Zim walks swiftly towards the exit with the drone following him.

"This ticks me off!" Num hissed. "Look at the mess he left me!"

Mek snickers. "Sucks to be you."

Num grumbles but sets to work gathering tools. He can already tell that this ship is totaled. Still, he had to at least try to fix it, or risk the consequences.

Meanwhile, Zim leads Dib out of the Main Hanger of the Parking Garage and into the open air. Dib looks around as much as he can without drawing attention to himself. The buildings around them are piled high overhead like those in a crowded city on Earth. However, for a city the place is clean, so clean it's almost surgical. There was no trash, no dirt, even the structures were free of grime, making them gleam in the evening sun.

"This way." Zim orders, he hasn't stopped, and Dib has to run to catch up. Zim hails what appears to be some sort of taxi with a service drone behind the wheel.

"Where to Sir?" The drone asked.

Zim hurriedly sends a message from his Pak to his leaders asking where to meet, he gets an answer seconds later.

"Dullen Plaza and step on it, I'm already late." Zim snapped.

"Yes Sir." The drone speeds towards their destination and Dib is able to look out the windows and take in the view.

More buildings with neon signs race by as they go impossibly faster. 'I guess there are no speed limits on Irk.' He thought.

The taxi comes to a screeching halt at what Dib can only assume is the Dullen Plaza. From what he can tell it's an open-air area filled with what appears to be shops. Most of the shops are being ran by robotic clerks. Dib can also see the occasional drone sweeping the floor inside some of the shops. 'So, it's like a mall.' He figured. 'But why would we stop here.'

He gets his answer as two tall figures come into view; Dib almost forgets to keep his gaze down. They're ginormous, taller than any person he had ever seen, even his dad who rest at an easy six foot one; would have trouble straining to look up at them.

"My Tallest, forgive my tardiness." Zim bows slightly, and Dib follows his lead. "I ran into some trouble."

"Trouble!?" Red looks around as if expecting to see said trouble. "I see no trouble; you did miss a good time though."

"Not to mention the fact that we had to put a thousand clothes on hold." Purple complained. He is slurping on a purple frost drink.

"My Tallest I thought we discussed this." Zim hissed.

"You said as long as it wasn't purple or red you would try them." Red reminded him.

"I also remember saying I wasn't trying on a thousand outfits." Zim growled.

"Well now you are." Red snapped. "You promised you would be here, now you have to make up for it."

Zim goes to argue, but Purple cuts in. "Hey, who's that behind you?"

"This is Dek." Zim explained gesturing to Dib.

"Dek?" Purple repeats. "Hey, aren't you the one that dropped the jelly filled doughnut on Commander Nift."

"Yes, My Tallest." Dib answers in the best Irken he can muster.

"Irk he's just as terrible as I remember." Red growled.

'Terrible?' Dib looks confused. Than it hits him, it's something Zim had said before.

"Besides Dek didn't speak well to begin with."

Dek, must have had a speech impairment, and as a lowly drone he wasn't worth enough trouble to get it fixed. That's why Zim wasn't so worried about him not being able to speak the language really well.

"I had engine trouble and wouldn't have made it in time if it had not been for Dek." Zim explained. "Unfortunately, our repairs were mediocre at best, and I had to bring him along just in case."

"Well, it's good you did." Red mused. "Now we have a drone to carry our stuff."

"But Sir, what happened to your drone?" Zim asked.

"Purple broke him!" Red hissed.

"I did not." Purple whined. "How was I supposed to know there is a limit to how much a drone can carry?"

"He slipped and broke his back." Red explained. "He'll be bed ridden for days."

Dib gulped, he hadn't been around the Tallest for long, and he already was fearing for his life. They acted like overgrown toddlers instead of leaders of the most feared race in the universe.

"Well, no breaking mine." Zim growled.

"Yours?" Red teased.

"Well, I figured as the Taller I'd need one." Zim reasoned.

"Nonsense." Red shook his head. "We can get you a better one, one less defective."

Dib flinched at his words.

"He's not defective, in fact he is very good at his core purpose." Zim reasoned.

"I'll be the judge of that." Purple whined as he dropped several bags in Dib's hands.

Dib barely has enough sense to catch the load before it litters the ground.

"I hope that is not all for me." Zim growls.

"Relax it's just a few outfits." Purple reasoned. "Once you're Taller you will have to uphold a new image."

"No more walking around in your Invader Uniform all the time." Red agreed.

"Speaking of Invading." Zim cut in. The group was moving now, entering one of the many shops. "Let's say I do become Taller, what about Earth?"

"Well, we won't know the results for several weeks." Red answered as he began to look at the many racks of clothes. "Of course, we will allow you to complete your final mission as an Invader."

"You will?" Zim asked.

"Of course, we know how much you enjoy conquering worlds." Purple says as he waves over a service drone.

The drone, a small Irken with pink eyes steps forward. "Greetings my Tallest." He bows.

"Yes, Jim we are here for the outfits we picked out yesterday, you remember?" Red stated.

"Yes of course, this way." Jim leads them to the back where there are several changing rooms.

"Exactly how many did you pick?" Zim growled.

"Forty-seven." Purple said with a snicker.

"Forty-seven?" Zim growled.

"Of course, that's only here, we have thirteen at the finer wears shop, and at least fifty different pairs of shoes…" Red continues to give a mile long list of things to try on and do. "Of course, we're going to most likely have to get some things tailored."

Dib fought the urge to roll his eyes. The Tallest were treating Zim like a little doll that they got to dress up whenever they wanted. It was obvious to him that they didn't really KNOW Zim at all.

"My Tallest I am flattered that you would go through so much trouble for me, but this is overkill." Zim said as Jim presented him with the first outfit to try on.

It was a piece of formalwear, and just as promised it was neither red nor purple. Instead, it was a solid black long sleeve one piece with what appeared to be a silvery transparent tunic fashioned around it.

Zim had to admit it wasn't a bad start, but he also knew he didn't like it. While low key enough, Zim wasn't crazy about the design. Worse still, he knew that if this was the first outfit they were showing; than it was also the less extravagant. No doubt they would only get more outlandish from here. Still, he managed a smile and goes into the changing room to get dressed.

Dib feels awkward being alone with the Tallest and keeps his distance.

"You can sit those here." Jim offers him a large cart.

Dib nods and rest the items in the cart with care as Jim moves on to get the new outfit. Dib sits on a bench as Zim comes out. He doesn't look terrible, but silver is not his color and Dib has to hold back his laughter as Zim growls his disapproval openly.

"I told you he would hate it." Red stated.

"Well forgive me for going with the safe bet." Purple growled.

"Mine is more suiting for you." Red assured him.

Zim could see the upcoming war from a mile away. The next hour or so would be filled with him trying on outfit after outfit as his leaders fought over what he should wear.

Dib sees it to, and he wants to help, but he knows he isn't supposed to do anything. It was weird, here he was an invader of their world, and he was doing the most mundane thing. He guess Zim must have felt this way about going to school. Like an Irken elite needed to go to school, of course not, but his cover demanded it. So, keeping that in mind Dib did his best to listen and stay alert in the situation. Surely, something useful would slip, he would take whatever he could back to Earth and hopefully it would help.

The next outfit was indeed more Zim's style. It was a Ruby Irken elite mess dress with a coat tail and black collar. Even, Dib had to admit that Zim looked great in it, which meant that maybe Red actually knew at least a little bit about Zim. This for some reason made Dib more annoyed than before. He couldn't help it, The Tallest were so close to Zim. Close in ways that he and Zim hadn't exactly accomplished themselves. They had what Dib wanted and they didn't even appreciate it enough to know who Zim really was at all.

"See it looks smart." Red reasoned.

"I hate you." Purple growled, but even he had to admit. "It does suit you, Zim."

This went on for a couple of hours, Zim trying on several more outfits until finally he put his foot down.

"My Tallest It's late." Zim pointed out respectfully.

"But we didn't even get to my favorite one." Purple wined.

"I'll wear it to the after party." Zim promised.

"Fine but let's at least get dinner first." Purple insisted.

Finally, Dib gets up, eager to join them for food, he was starving.

Jim stops him. "You will stay here and help me." He pointed to the mess of outfits strung up all over.

"But I…" Dib begins.

Zim cuts in. "I will return shortly Dek."

Dib deflates, he was starving, all he wanted to do was eat and go to bed, but instead he starts picking up clothes and placing them on hangers.

Meanwhile, Zim and the Tallest take their leave.

Zim didn't like leaving Dib alone, but it could hardly be helped, Drones did not eat in fancy restaurants. They cooked and served meals and were only allowed to eat by themselves once all the day's work was done.

They chose a diner close by and to Zim's relief a meal has already been prepared.

"We ordered ahead." Red explained. "We hope you don't mind."

Zim didn't, his nerves were too fried to care what he was eating anyway.

"You know it's okay to be nervous." Red assured him.

"We sure were." Purple admitted.

"It's just, you're so determined I'm going to succeed." Zim states the obvious. "I do not wish to disappoint you."

"You never could." Red assures him. "Besides if you botch this, we'll be forced to spend our days with General Kazar!"

"What about Commander Muka?" Zim asked.

"He's not well known enough." Purple voices openly. "Everyone knows it's really down to you and Kazar."

Zim stiffens at that, he would be seeing his mentor tomorrow, not exactly a warming thought.

"Yeah, so don't screw this up!" Purple teased.

"You'll do fine." Red assures him once more and Zim tries to relax. It was hard to believe that these days were numbered. That one day the two Irkens before him would go from being his closest friends to his greatest enemies.

Was there really no way to prevent it? Wasn't there something he could say to make them see things his way? No, not with the Irken Programing in the way, but suppose he could remove it...It was possible, after all Siri had done it for him.

"Zim, are you listening to me?" Red snapped, sounding a little annoyed.

"What?" Zim looked up from his plate. "Sorry my Tallest I was..."

"It's fine, you're focused on tomorrow." Red reasoned; he was trying to get his mind off the Choosing all together. Zim was known to overthink things and after all the work they put into prepping him for this moment...they just couldn't afford this to get messed up. Those who were not chosen at a Choosing was never called to one again, this could be his only chance. "I asked if you found out the identity of the Mysterious Vort."

Zim swallows hard, Of course he already knows LLard Nar decision, and really it didn't surprise him. The Vort would never risk his kin for his own skin. So, since he planned to come out anyway, Zim might as well tell them all, it was best they heard it from him first instead of finding out later.

"Zim? What's wrong?" Purple asked.

"It's Lard Nar." He whispered, and for good reason.

"Wait, you mean your old escort from Vort?" Purple asked.

Zim nodded.

"How is that possible?" Red asked.

"Well, blasters set on the Lethal setting still have a 1% survival rate." Purple reasoned.

"This could ruin everything." Red hissed. "If the masses found out that Zim's first test as an Invader was a flop it could obliterate his perfect track record."

"The masses don't need to find out." Purple reasoned. "Only a handful of Irkens know that Zim was task with the job. The rest of the collective only knows that the traitor Lard Nar should be dead, they do not know by who."

"Lineage, will know." Red growled.

"I know my Tallest, I have failed you and for that I give my deepest apologies." Zim confessed.

"It doesn't have to be bad." Purple reasoned. "Lineage could see it as a base line. She could compare it as where you started to where you're at now. One unintentional mistake doesn't spell out failure."

"It does when you're going up against Kazar." Red pointed out. "He has a flawless record."

"He's right Red." Zim whispered. "It's one unsightly detail, besides General Kazar is too proud of his current position." He reasoned. "He is the one and only top general of the Armada and he will not give up that title. Lineage, will see that as a divided in his loyalty."

"Which is a flaw." Purple cut in. "See they're still equal."

Red looks somewhat content with this answer and Zim breathes a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he wanted the role. However, this could still possibly be his last night with his friends, and he didn't want this small technicality to ruin it.

"Is he on Earth?" Red asked.

"Yes." Zim answered honestly, after all there was no point in withholding information now. "My Sir has him in his sights as well as the weapon. They have found the last piece and I have the means to take it whenever I please."

"That's excellent Zim." Purple praised. "See he has everything under control." He tells Red.

"I know he does." Red snapped. "That's not what worries me, I would never doubt him."

"Than what does worry you my Tallest?" Zim asked.

"It's something that has bugged me since we found out a Vort was the Rebel leader." Red explained. "The Rebels, they are too successful, they get pass blockades, free slaves from prisons with ease..."

"You think they have inside help." Purple stated, it wasn't a question.

Uh-oh, despite Lard Nar's efforts the Tallest were already figuring out the mole angle. Trawl was still in danger of being found out. Should he warn Lard Nar? Why should it matter if he did or not?

Zim remembered his future-self, his and Lard Nar's relationship was everything Zim had wanted it to be. It was like nothing had ever transpired between them. How would Lard Nar ever forgive him if he sat here and allowed Trawl to die?

"I do." Red confirmed his fears. "Perhaps another Vort, a relative maybe."

"They are loyal to their blood above all." Purple agreed.

Zim could barely breathe, what should he do? Should he be loyal to his leaders, or to a future that may never come to past? What did he want?

"Be your truest self..." Luna's words spoke through the inner chaos.

If Lard Nar planned to reveal himself to the collective than he would no doubt, try to warn Trawl. Still, he would need help getting safe passage to Earth. Trawl was a privileged Vort, that was the only way he could get the information he needed for Lard Nar. Which meant the collective would keep him close...

Trawl was on Irk, and Zim knew exactly how he would get him out.

Yes, he would do this for Lard Nar, besides the chances of him being killed tomorrow was already high anyways. He might as well go out doing what he believed in, he would arrange everything with Dib, the moment they were alone.

"Possibly." Zim agreed. "Still, we have more pressing things to focus on." He pointed out, shifting the focus of the conversation.

It works, the Tallest shift gears.

"Zim is right, we should get back to the palace and finish preparations for tomorrow." Purple suggested. "You'll stay with us, won't you?" He asked Zim.

"Of course." Zim agreed, it wasn't like he had his own place anyways.

"We should have a spare bed in the Drones quarters for Dek." Red reasoned. "In less you changed your mind and want to give him the boot."

"He'll take the bed." Zim tells him with a smirk.

Purple snickers, he knows Zim is doing this on purpose, messing with Red was too fun not to risk.

Red rolls his eyes. "How you tolerate broken things eludes me." He admitted.

"I think everything can fulfill a purpose." Zim chose his words carefully.

Red supposed that made sense, after all Zim never purged worlds, he took slaves. He kept a trash SIR Unit over a newer model and now there was Dek. Zim always found a use for everything and never learned to regret it. Even Red had to admit the empire would not be as effective without all their free labor. He also had to admit that while annoying, Gir was more effective than destructive and despite that one mishap Dek had a spotless record as a reliable drone. "Yes, I can see how you would." Red admitted. "Still, try as we might some can never see past their flaws."

Zim knew what he was getting at and had nothing to do with his supposedly new drone. "I agree, Lard Nar must be eliminated."

"Cut off the head of the serpent and the body will die." Purple agreed. "You should have the SIR Unit take him out now."

"As tempting as it is to do so I cannot." Zim reasoned. "Gir is my only way in, the enemy believes he is their prisoner. They are keeping him as he is, for now, but if he kills their leader the AIs will not hesitate to dismantle him. I will lose my only means to retrieving the weapon." He lied.

"That would be disappointing." Red agreed. "Very well, as much as it enrages me, I will allow him to breathe a while longer."

"Trust me my Tallest, I will handle this." Zim vowed. "Lard Nar's survival is my mistake, and I will correct it. No matter what!"

-To be Continued