Within a few months, it was clear how bad things had gotten. Gaz and Dib now basically ran all of the United States, and with the Huntress as their ace in the hole, US domestic and foreign policy boiled down to one principle…don't piss them off. Especially not Gaz.
Dib had managed to get some surprisingly good things done. NASA and other scientific agencies were finally allowed to properly use their technology. No more "you're not even allowed to look at the screen" silliness. The FDA had increased their standards for food served in schools. No more would the special surprise inside the cereal boxes be RAT FECES. And more importantly…people were actually interested in what he had to say.
Dib was now on the cover of Scientific American. He was being interviewed on 60 minutes, watching his father look at him from behind the cameraman. His dad actually seemed to have tears welling up as his son talked about the dramatic discovery of the Huntress, and of how they'd finally proved the existence of alien life. Then…he dropped the mic by showing off a little special something that the Huntress had offered for him to show off. Something almost as good as his father's Perpetual Energy Generator that he'd named after his late wife, Peg.
"She's VERY helpfully agreed to assist my endeavors in perfecting clean energy. Take a look." Dib said as he pulled out from his black jacket a faintly glowing little blue star. The camera focused in slightly on it, but not TOO much, because if they zoomed in any more, they'd go blind.
"Is…is that a…" The interviewer inquired as Dib grinned.
"Yes. She's managed to get hold of a dwarf star!" He laughed. "I named it "Sleepy". It emits a low-level energy field, but it's such a POTENT energy field that it's the type of battery that'll keep going and going and going. I'm donating it to the Department of Energy for them to do a joint study with NASA to investigate the potential it has." Dib admitted. "It'll be difficult to arrange a meeting though. I've also got to swing by the arctic to deal with the poles."
"It would seem the Huntress has a little something inside her for every problem humanity has." The interviewer confessed. "I admit, our audience was understandably concerned after we'd heard early reports of…well, er…deployment against an Al Qaeda cell that seemed to go horribly in Lebanon?"
Dib inwardly flinched. Gaz had wanted to take charge of that. She'd decided to play a really nasty trick when the government of Lebanon had said they didn't find any "solid evidence of Al Qaeda operations". They had been lying through their teeth, so Gaz had seemingly launched a NUKE at them! The people of Beruit had watched in horror as the gigantic missile shot at an incredible speed, right towards their city, the military of Lebanon scrambling to ready their own missiles, only for…
THWUMP. It landed harmlessly in the middle of a car. They stared, stunned, people crowding around, amazed. It hadn't exploded. In fact, it wasn't even a real missile! The damn thing had a big, stupid smiley face on the side, painted in hasty paint that was still wet and everything! The people felt over it, a few laughing and guffawing.
"Oh, it's a joke!"
"They're fucking with us!"
"Phew. Thank goodness!"
Their smiles faded when the ACTUAL payload stepped out of the missile, the side doors popping open as the Huntress stepped out. She grabbed hold of the nearest human, a young Lebanese man. The poor unfortunate was lowered towards The Huntress's waiting, open mouth. Her mouth had stretched open wide and was engorged with his lower legs as loud GULLLGH-GLUUUGH-GULLLP's pulled more and more of him inside. He was now sinking right inside of her tight throat. The young man's rage from before at the USA was now coupled with horrified disgust.
"No, wait- g-get off me! You freak!" It was a nauseating stench that spread out from her gullet and smacked him in the face, he could feel the very breath of the hungry alien as she continued to slurp him deep inside. Pulling in that juicy peach of an ass, the young lad screamed while the Huntress moaned. Eyes rolling back- this was the juiciest piece of ass meat she had devoured in some time! Of course for this unfortunate young man this was a horrible breach of his innermost privacy.
His arms flew into firm fists, trying to land a blow into her head but each and every time he missed, the hungry Huntress would pull more of him inside. "G-GET off me!" His lungs were pulling in as much air as they could yet as those tight sticky jaws wrapped around his gut, the already hard task felt truly impossible. He squirmed and he thrashed and kicked…but try as he could, nothing was working. She kept devouring him with ease.
GULGH-GULGH-GULLLGH. His stomach was the next to be guzzled on down, the lad wishing he was anywhere but here! As his slim chest was pulled in, he no longer had to exert effort to keep himself up in the air as now the belly and throat held him so tightly! The poor young man's feet were being pushed into that horribly wet gut though The Huntress made sure to grasp his arms, pulling them down by his side so as she breached his shoulders, only his head remained outside of that hungry wet slathering maw.
DRIP DRIP DRIP DRIP… The drool from her jaws soaked into the ground below as The Huntress held him there. Her belly was bulging with the delicious meat he provided, her tongue flicking out to tease his chin and make his neck quiver.
"Mhmm…" There was no rush to ingest him for even now, as she held him there, he was beginning to digest. The powerful acids burned into his body, lashing at his exposed skin and pressed even tighter by the crushing muscles that squeezed over him again and again. The Huntress felt his kicking intensify from the pain setting in, a clawed hand twisted around in front of his face. Teasing him with her decision…until finally she couldn't hold on any longer and pressed a claw into his scalp, pushing down as to force his grunting screaming face down between her jaws.
"No, no, I'm-I'm not FOOOO-" GLULLPPP! Too bad. He WAS food. She gulped down his head, as she belched proudly with a BRAAAAAP. How tasty and filling. So satisfying. And it felt so nice to have humans in her gut. Within a matter of seconds, the young lad was fully in her belly as she evilly smirked.
"Now…I'll be blunt. Where's that Al Qaeda cell? If you don't want me to leave, I can just keep eating you-"
They ALL immediately parted, and pointed in ONE direction, at a bakery not far away. Their faces had become pale, their shook and quaked with terror, none of them wanting to invoke this starry-bodied being's rage as the Huntress smiled. "My thanks." She said as she leisurely made her way towards that bakery. The operation proved to be a success. The Al Qaeda cell had been wiped out. Gaz had been VERY smug about it and she wanted the Huntress to go even further. Next week, she wanted to talk about "Hokkatoiya Cockammamie", the current Shah of Iran who was the biggest state sponsor of terrorism in the hemisphere.
Dib understood WHY she wanted to do it, at least, to a degree. Peggy had actually been a Jewish refugee FROM Iran, forced out of that land years ago. She'd regaled Dib and Gaz with tales of what it had been like in the olden days. Her own grandpa had once been a prince, one of many, evidently. A JEWISH prince in Iran of all places! All thanks to being very rich and having the right bride. It'd been a wonderful life…until continued harassment forced her family out.
So Dib and Gaz had grown up on tales of Arabian Nights, Peg promising that one day, when things settled down, she'd TAKE them back there. Take them to her old home, which she showed off in a beautiful photo that showed her long hair, purple, flowing down past her waist as she stood in front of a cute little light blue home located near an alley and, evidently, a charming little well. Gaz still kept that picture in the living room, occasionally glancing at it even to this day.
So…yeah. He understood wanting to rid Iran of it's dictator. With him gone, they could finally go to a peaceful Iran…but Dib wasn't in favor of what Gaz clearly had planned. It was ONE thing to have the Huntress going after terrorist cells, it'd been justifiable, rational at first. Very little collateral damage, and usually a one hundred percent success rate, but…doing a blatant coup of the Shah of Iran, when it was known he had a huge family that would surely turn into human shields…
So he wasn't in a good mood for very long. Despite how happy he'd been at first, thinking about the operation Gaz had planned made him queasy to his stomach. He got into the limousine, as he plucked up the remote that laid between him and his father, who was riding alongside with him and Gretchen. Dib turned on the TV that had been built into the backseat of the limo as CLICK!
There she was. Gaz currently on "Most eXtreme Elimination", the most popular game show in the USA. Since she'd taken over they got great ratings, the new challenges were shown every week, and the Huntress was happy to liven things up. For THIS particular challenge, it was a balancing act…over a gigantic pot. Gaz was helping to co-host MXE, as she held the microphone up to her co-host, Nee-Buh-Loh.
"So explain to the good people at home how this works! I'm sure Zita here is eager to learn."
Zita, from their high school, was pale as a sheet. She had narrowly avoided being hit in the "William Tell" challenge earlier, with the Letter M ending up looking a lot like BOROMIR, having to be rushed off the set to be treated. This left Zita, Pig Boy, Louie, and Keef as the competitors as they crowded around to hear the rules…and poor Zita was going to cross the over the enormous pot nearby first. A bubbling pot of hot water loaded up with squashes, carrots, celery and some herbs and spices had been set up and Zita had to tightrope-walk across it to the end!
"Well, as you may know, it's very hard to top a nice, good roast…but of course, as I like to say…"
Gaz grinned and finished/said at the same time the next part. "There's always stew!"
Zita began to sob, covering her face. "I'm too pretty to die!"
"Don't be silly. You're not pretty at all." Gaz sniggered evilly as Pig Boy snorted, and the rest of the competitors gave him a nasty look. "Oh, laugh it up, bucko, there's nothing like STEAMED HAMS for lunch!" Gaz sniggered as Pig Boy looked like he wanted to wee wee wee all the way home, almost pissing his pants!
Dib turned it off, groaning. "Uggghhh. What really bothers me is nobody really seems to object to any of this…"
"Well, for one, I imagine they're scared." Gretchen admitted. "I mean, with what Nee Buh Loh can do, who wouldn't be? But on top of that, so far, she's mostly only targeted people folks don't like. The average person on the street doesn't care much about the Middle East…"
"Indeed, and if the alternative is our soldiers dying in the sands, they'd rather that TERRIFYING woman do it." Professor Membrane added. "On top of that, I've been speaking with my colleagues. She agreed to do interviews with us, her interview just last week with the top brass at NASA alone has produced new results that totally challenge our laws of celestial mechanics!" He intoned. "Evidently there aren't simply living GALAXIES, my son! Apparently people in one corner of the galaxy worship a genuine living SUN."
Dib turned, gaping a bit. "Oh, wow, a living sun? I should ask her if-" He then stopped himself. No. NO. Focus.
But it was hard, damn it! All the COOL stuff that the Huntress could do kept swirling in his head, he would have dozens of questions he wanted to ask, so many incredible planets he wanted to see, favors he wanted the Huntress to do…but then Gaz would pull Nee away and he'd be reminded on the news that night that oh, yeah…SHE ATE PEOPLE.
And the thing was, it wasn't like she was a bad person. Dib remembered how gently she'd held him, the comforting words she'd given him. The personal time she let him spend with Gretchen on relaxing private planetoids! She was doing so much for him, for his dad, for SCIENCE! But…still…
She ate people…
He had to stick to the plan. The Huntress had done what he'd asked, Zim was now fully healed up and in one piece…but currently stuck, hanging from the rafters in Dib and Gaz's house. He was buck naked and glowered angrily as Dib walked in, looking up at his rival, Gretchen and Professor Membrane going into the kitchen to make themselves a snack.
"Have you come to gloat, Dib Stink?!" he glowered angrily. "Come to relish the suffering of Zim?!"
"…yeah, a bit." Dib admitted as he took in a deep breath and then pulled out his smartphone from his jacket, and put on his playlist. "I Like That Old Time Rock and Roll" began to play as Dib began to take off his pants, getting a fake microphone from his jacket as he slid purposefully across the smooth floor and began to sing! "That kinda music just soothes the sooooul! I reminisce about the days of ooooold!"
"UGGGGHHH! Kiiiiiill Ziiiiiim!" Zim begged, shaking his head back and forth, looking mortified and furious and disgusted as Dib kept dancing, shaking his derriere right in Zim's face. He couldn't help but grin, shaking his groove thing.
"Bout that old time rock and rooooooll!" He finished he finally ended the song, dropping the mic dramatically on the floor. "Yeah, I've been wanting to do that for AGES, Zim." Dib admitted with a toothy grin…which slowly began to fade. "…but I can't even enjoy it fully cuz of HOW you ended up beaten." He muttered. "The thing is…I'm worried the Huntress is too big a threat to Earth. Something has to be done, and I think you can help, Zim."
Zim's eyes bulged wide. "…oh HOOOOO." They then narrowed as a dark grin came over his face. "…I seeeeee. You NEED Zim. Zim has information your filthy human self wants. Well, I might be…persuaded to help…" Zim remarked with an evil chuckle. "For a PRICE, of course. And there's plenty I want from you, you filthy, disgusting human!" He added angrily. "For starters…I want my shirt back!"
"…yeah, I figured." Dib sighed as he looked at Zim. "…wait, why just your SHIRT? What about your pants, your boots, your gloves-"
"…I like to feel the wind." Zim said quickly, glancing to the side with a furtive glance. "I, perhaps, may have gotten too used to the freeing sensation of being without pants. Perhaps because I've been hanging mostly upside down for a week straight and the superior blood of Zim MAY have gone to my head…" Zim added as Dib tried to suppress a laugh…but he wasn't gonna knock Zim's request. In all honesty, Dib slept in the raw. He got it.
Also, a part of Dib was glad Zim didn't want to put his pants on at the moment. He hadn't really been thinking about Zim naked since he was young, but, well, now that he was eighteen and the hormones were raging through his brain, he'd begun to think of Zim naked considerably more. A side effect of passing by the hanging Irken alien whenever he had to leave the house. He didn't want to admit it but, well…seeing Zim hanging from the ceiling…made him realize Zim was hung like a horse.
"We need to talk somewhere totally private where Gaz can't find us." Dib insisted. "Luckily I still have my old Voot Cruiser I took from Tak." Dib bragged. "So let's get out of here. We've got about…two hours before Gaz comes home for dinner. She wants to go out for pizza."
"She ALWAYS wants to go out for pizza. She smells like pizza. The stench of pepperoni follows the Gaz beast around like a MIASMA OF MEAT." Zim protested as he stuck out his tongue. "BLECH!"
"Well, she can afford to, all Bloaty's Pizza is now government subsidized. To quote Gaz, "I'm having them ship the stuff to every school, Michelle Obama can kiss my ass." Dib sighed. "I have to admit, I'm getting sick of it too. The cheese round the clock is getting me blocked, Zim…" he admitted sadly. "I never thought I'd get tired of my favorite pizza…but all it took was a month of eating it every day and now I'm bored out of my mind!"
And as they headed to the VOOT and took off it was clear to Zim that it wasn't simply the pizza. Dib talked about how he was irritated at how secret service agents followed him around half the time…even into the bathroom. How people kept stopping to talk to him, but it got creepy when they asked him to sign their stomachs, their chests, their…other places. How people would beg and plead for Dib to talk to his sister and get their friends or family released from federal prisons!
"It's just…even with you out of the way, I somehow have even MORE responsibility forced onto me and…and it's just…it's…it's BIG." Dib whispered as the ship softly floated around the moon, Dib clinging tightly to his knees. "It feels like I just swapped a giant rock…for an even larger boulder. Like the world decided I was going "Hold my beer" and gave me even more!"
"I would have thought you'd be happy wallowing in the misery of Zim alone." Zim confessed.
"I tried to be happy for all of a week." Dib admitted. "Then I realized…I wasn't satisfied." He added. "It stopped being…fun. I felt like a dog who actually caught a car it chased. What am I supposed to do now?" He told Zim. "I'm both more happy and more miserable than I've ever been."
"Why do you want my help?" Zim insisted. "I'm…" He took in a deep breath, and then, shuddering, said the words he NEVER believed he'd ever say. "…very…grateful…you saved me, but what can I do?"
"You remember the Florpus Hole?" Dib asked. "Can you…somehow find a way to bring the Huntress to it, and toss her IN it?"
Zim's eyes widened. "I…I do have the coordinates of the Florpus Hole, it would take some work, but I could theoretically…yes! Yes, I could ABSOLUTELY do that!" Zim bragged. "The issue would be getting my teleportal to effect the Huntress. She is, after all, a living galaxy, it's not as simple as transporting a person, or even a planet! She's simply so BIG, I'd need to find some way to ground the technology, a kind of "tether"."
"Well…I might be able to get a piece of her if I'm lucky. Would that work?" Dib asked. "Like, say, some of her blood or something?"
"That would do VERY nicely." Zim remarked with a grin.
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… "This…this is the bigger commitment, Dib." Gaz insisted with a grin.
Dib looked around the ruined, ravaged lower province of Tehran. People were missing limbs, wrapped in poor bandages. There was matted blood splattered on their faces and clothing, children were hobbling along, crying for their missing parents. A few lucky souls were eating roasted rat on kebabs, and gigantic chunks had been blown off the buildings that folks were huddled around…because they acted as some degree of shelter to avoid would-be drone attacks.
"See, I've been thinking too small. We're not just gonna be deposing a shah. We'll be transforming a country." Gaz bragged as their camera drones continued capturing footage, Dib nervously looking at the scenes of seemingly endless suffering. "See these people? They HAD been the rebels our government supported when they tried to overthrow the Shah seven years back. It's enough for people to forget that this even happened…but guess what, it's still happening. The shah bombed them. Dropped nerve gas on them. Now he's simply starving them to death." Gaz added as she stuck her tongue out. "BLECH. The pig. People in his city are fighting for their meals while HE sleeps in a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills! You wanna talk about making the world a better place, Dib? Well…"
She held up a snazzy metal clipboard, which detailed the interior of the palace of the shah. "This is how you do it. Small, surgical strike right to his main palace when he's eating lunch. He's a creature of habit and he thinks he's totally safe because his palace has guards up the wazoo, he's got a miniature "Iron Dome" set up to ward off rocket attacks…but while he may be rocket proof, that place isn't HUNTRESS proof. Nee launches at dawn."
"Well…" Dib hesitated. "I don't know, I mean…sending in food, medicine, that's one thing, I'm fine with that, but…talking about regime change…"
"Hey, we did it in Japan, and Italy, and Germany…"
"Yeah, back in WWII, we also did it in Iraq and Afghanistan and we f—ked that up." Dib muttered. "What makes this different?"
"I wasn't in charge then." Gaz bragged. "If they could handle this on their own, they would, but they've got no-fly zones, embargoes, weapons inspections and it ain't done diddly. So…now we take the next step. BA-BOOM." Gaz grinned. "Can you imagine how big we'll be when the USA brings peace to the middle east in one week? If this works out with the Shah, I can just threaten to send her into EVERY misbehaving middle eastern nation and they'll all fall in line no problem! Let's give it a shot. It's not like it could get any worse. I mean…come on, LOOK at them." She gestured at the video footage.
Dib hesitated. His eyes flitted over the sobbing faces of children who were trying to tug out what seemed to be something from under a fallen…
….oh God.
He covered his face and looked away. "Yeah. Fine. Fine." He said quickly, feeling bile rise up inside him. "I…I need to…URGH…"
He didn't make it to the bathroom fast enough. The Huntress looked down at him as she entered the room, seeing Dib had hugged the trash can. "…Dib? Is there something I can help with?" She quietly asked.
"…I'm…OOOORGGHHH…uuuuggghhh…I could…URP…use…use a bit of your blood for a science test I'm doing with my dad, could you, like, drain a bit from a vein and leave it on my desk at my house?" he asked. "And make sure it's secure, I don't want somebody making off with it, I got my first stalker at my…OOOOGH…house…yesterday." He lied as the Huntress gently patted his back.
"I'm glad to see you're moved by such scenes." She said gently. "I think it's great. It's nice to feel like you're really making a big difference in the world, isn't it?" She added. "Plus, well…I've begun to develop an appreciation for Middle Eastern culture. It'd be nice if they greet my deposing of the shah with sweets and flowers."
"But you can't eat…URP…flowers…"
"Well, actually…there are a FEW recipes I could show you. There's this really surprisingly healthy one with dandelions. They've got lots of Vitamin E and folates!" The Huntress playfully admitted. "I spent weeks eating almost no meat on this one garden planet. Healthiest year of my life."
Dib looked up at her, surprised. "Really?" He inquired, intrigued by this.
"Of course…folks like me translate "healthy" as "I didn't die"." She added with a playful laugh as Gaz approached.
"I gotta ask…why this?" Dib wanted to know of Gaz as she put her hands on her hips.
"Look, it's been fun driving our old classmates nuts with fear AND putting the fear of God into folks in other nations. But I dunno, I…I wanna try actually doing something meaningful." She confessed. "I mean…Dad keeps looking at you with pride." She added quietly, gazing off to the side. "He sees you following in his footsteps, at least, in some way, but…but I'm not. I'm not really doing ANYTHING, just…small potatoes stuff. This sort of thing feels big!" She insisted. "I want to feel like I've really made a huge difference. If this works, I'll be going down in the history books." Gaz smacked her fist to her chest and straightened up. "Plus…well…I wanna visit where Mom called home."
Gaz exited the room as the Huntress followed after, Dib biting his lip. Maybe this could actually work out. As long as the Huntress acted quickly enough and they got foreign aid in quickly, maybe…MAYBE it could work.
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… "Why have the defense alerts gone off?! NATO hasn't announced any action!"
"No, my Shah, but someone IS coming! They're flying through the air, they've taken down half our fleet already! We had noticed them entering our airspace and we acted quickly, but our anti-aircraft guns just seemed to only mildly knock her about!"
"HER?! What is she?"
"We think it's that…that starry-bodied woman who destroyed that Al Qaeda cell a few days back, sir! And she's on her way to the capitol right-"
KRAAA-KAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The entire palace shook as Hokkatoiya Cockammamie rose up quickly from the enormous table he'd been at, the cigar falling from his many-ringed fingers. He glanced about before bolting off along with his cabinet, his many medals jingling against his barrel chest as they headed for the room with what they needed…the families.
"Get the families!" Hokkatoiya Cockammamie roared out quickly. "Go! Get them now!" he insisted, half-eaten bananas and bowls of cherries and grapes flying as several cabinet members tripped and yelled in terror as they scattered about. There was a distinct sound of walls tumbling, tumbling down, the Huntress easily pounding through into the palace.
KROOM! KROOOOM! KROOOOOOOOM!
"Shah Cockammamie! You're under arrest!" The Huntress proclaimed as she strolled into the broken-open room, cracking her knuckles. "You get ONE chance. If you surrender yourself to me willingly, I don't personally tear your head off so it'll be used as a bird feeder." She offered as she walked into the next room, hearing the distinct sound of terrified whimpering and sobbing. She opened the door, frowning darkly, her face becoming a quiet mask of foul fury as she saw what he'd done.
The shah had his guards and the cabinet members who HADN'T run off in fear all armed…and holding guns to the heads of unarmed, helpless families. The children were barely wearing anything but underwear, the mothers held their babies tightly to their breasts, tears filled all of their eyes as Hokkatoiya Cockammamie gave Nee a nasty look…but his face was more desperate than anger.
"D-Don't try to frighten us, you've no authority here. You're nothing but a bitch of the great American dog." The shah snapped. "You do not scare us, you barbaric aggressor. How typical of degenerate Americans."
"Your hands have more gold on them than Fort Knox and you're calling the AMERICANS degenerates?" The Huntress snapped. "Also, doesn't look like you've been missing any meals when half your country is apparently starving." She added with a nasty growl, her knuckles cracking, her claws twitching.
"Talk all you want. You have to surrender, or these innocents may be hurt. It's nothing to me…or them. They'd GLADLY give their lives for their leader. Can you live with that?" Hokkatoiya Cockammamie inquired smugly, the Huntress seeing his grip tighten on a woman's hair. She whimpered, eyes bulging wide, tears trailing down her cheeks.
The Huntress's hand twitched.
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… "Well…um…"
Dib stared. The palace was FILLED with Iranians who were seemingly really happy. A bunch of them were carrying out anything that wasn't nailed down…and then some…from the palace, big grins on their face. The main hall with its table loaded up with food had children and their families stuffing their faces as Gaz walked in along with Dib. The US army nervously looked about, their weapons CURRENTLY shouldered…well, for the most part. A few still had their weapons ready as Gaz grinned, seeing the Huntress walking in, a cute little girl stuffing her face with a gigantic turkey leg.
GROMPGH GROMPGH GROMPGH. She was going to TOWN on the leg as the Huntress was…um…well…also going to town on a leg. Only it wasn't a turkey leg.
"Is…um…where's the shah?" Dib nervously asked.
"Oh, he's around." The Huntress remarked. "I put he and a bunch of his cabinet's tongues in the kitchen, the skin wall's down in the basement, the hair corner's where his study was, along with the finger puppets I made, and I turned his head into a charming decorative birdhouse!" She added as she nonchalantly stuck her hand into her stomach and pulled out-
"Yep. Oh yep. That's a head." Dib said, covering his mouth as even GAZ looked a bit grossed out. Indeed, a hollowed out, no eyeballs in the sockets, chunks of hair-ripped off head with the tongue missing and everything. The Huntress held it up with the hand she wasn't using to keep the girl aloft, a smirk on her face.
"Is there any place in the palace you didn't cut or rip chunks off of him or his cabinet?"
"Yeah. Here. This is the place where they pleaded for their lives." The Huntress remarked, as she set the birdhouse down. "They had the audacity to take this girl and her family and two other families hostage. They didn't know I was far quicker than them. It was tricky though, I had to use the secretary of state as club to-"
"I think I need the bathroom!" Dib groaned aloud. "Please tell me you didn't use that for dismemberment?" He squeaked out.
"…beyond what I put in the CLOSET, no. Just ignore that and you'll be fine-"
"I'll take it!" Dib moaned, turning green as he bolted off and Gaz smiled in delight, and gave the Huntress a big grin.
"You did a great job." She told her. "And listen, you've done a ton for me and Dib here on Earth, I think you deserve a vacation." Gaz admitted with a laugh. "Why don't you ask your brother to come round? You've told us so much about him, I'd LOVE to meet him. We could probably do even MORE incredible stuff if he's here."
"Sure, I can try and track him down now that Zim's no longer got that fake signal going." The Huntress admitted. "I just hope that what I've done here doesn't backfire too badly."
"Whoever is in charge next won't be NEARLY as bad as the shah had been." Gaz insisted. "I'll make sure of that. Now I gotta go get my stupid, silly brother outta the bathroom and visit our mom's home. With luck, it's still there…"
"It is." The Huntress admitted with a gentle smile. "I passed over it on the way here, it's about a mile and a half…" She gestured towards the Southeast. "THAT way…"