Title: "Doomed Reflections"*
Scene: Zim's hidden base. Zim is hunched over a cluttered table, fiddling with a sinister looking voodoo doll that he's fashioned to look like his arch-nemesis, Dib. Unbeknownst to him, the doll is actually linked to himself.*
ZIM: Ah, the finishing touch! Now to unleash untold agonies upon the Dib-human!
GIR, his robot assistant, watches from the corner, munching on a taco.*
GIR: Ooo, what's that, Zim?
ZIM: Silence, GIR! Prepare to witness the genius of Zim as I bring the Dib-boy to his knees.
Zim cackles and pokes at the doll's arm.*
ZIM: Take that, Dib! Feel the wrath of Zim!
As Zim pokes the doll, his own arm jerks uncontrollably.*
ZIM: GAH! What is this? Why does my arm betray me?!
GIR: Looks fun! Can I try?
ZIM: NO, GIR! Something is wrong. This doll should be causing pain to the miserable Dib-stink child, not Zim!
Zim, stubborn and determined, jabs a pin into the doll's leg.*
ZIM: AH! My leg!
He hops around, clutching his leg.*
GIR: Hee hee, silly Zim! You're funny today.
ZIM* (*growing suspicious*): Wait a minute... GIR, fetch my surveillance gear. I need to see Dib!
Scene shifts: Zim is now watching Dib through a monitor. Dib appears completely fine, eating cereal and watching TV.*
ZIM: Impossible! He is unharmed! But how...?
Zim glances down at the voodoo doll, realization dawning.*
ZIM* (*in horror*): This isn't a Dib doll at all! It's... It's a ZIM doll!
GIR: Ooooh, twisty!
ZIM: I've been attacking myself! Curse you, universe! You trick Zim again!
Zim throws the doll away in frustration, and it lands on a small button marked "Do Not Press". Immediately, alarms blare and the base starts shaking.*
ZIM: Now what have you done, you defective machine?!
GIR: Yay, dance party!
The scene ends with the base in chaos, GIR dancing, and Zim scrambling to regain control, his plan to torment Dib completely backfired.*
ZIM: One day, Dib... one day...