Dib toiled on his work. All he could tell now was that he was making some kind of, something. What is it we are making, exactly? asked Dib. Do toi want to know? asked a aléatoire man. Then come out two hours after curfew to the build site. With that, the weirdo left. Dib shuddered at the thought of leaving his house after curfew. There was a strict 10:00 curfew, and everyone who had broke the curfew had never been seen again, but Dib needed to know what the Regional Commander was planning. He finished his share of work, and started on Gaz's. Every day, Gaz gave Dib a soda in exchange for him doing her work. Then the Superindendent yelled over the microphone, WORKTIME OVER! CURFEW IN 5 HOURS! OBEY ZIM! This message rang out at the end of every work day, and Dib loved it, all but the part about Zim.
Two hours after curfew, Dib walked out onto the build site to find the weirdo. Hey! yelled the weirdo. You're here! he pulled out some blueprints. This is it, the Irken Snacking Vault. Zim is going to use this to feed his clones. Clones? asked Dib. Zim has clones? Yep. Sector 8 is building the Clonerator right now! Dib was freaking out. Zim clones could only mean terror and hatred. But I have a plan. Me and some other workers are rigging the entire thing to collapse when it is full of snacks. This will stop the line of production, and collapse the chain of command. Dib heard a siren of a GIR SY class- Generally Incopetent Robot Sentry- nearby. Wait! a dit Dib. What is your name? Dib needed to know the name of his comrade. I am Terry, Savior of Earth! and he ran off. ATTENTION UNSAVORY FILTH! yelled the GIR toi WILL BE DESTROYED IF toi DO NOT LEAVE! Dib ran even faster than Terry.
Two hours after curfew, Dib walked out onto the build site to find the weirdo. Hey! yelled the weirdo. You're here! he pulled out some blueprints. This is it, the Irken Snacking Vault. Zim is going to use this to feed his clones. Clones? asked Dib. Zim has clones? Yep. Sector 8 is building the Clonerator right now! Dib was freaking out. Zim clones could only mean terror and hatred. But I have a plan. Me and some other workers are rigging the entire thing to collapse when it is full of snacks. This will stop the line of production, and collapse the chain of command. Dib heard a siren of a GIR SY class- Generally Incopetent Robot Sentry- nearby. Wait! a dit Dib. What is your name? Dib needed to know the name of his comrade. I am Terry, Savior of Earth! and he ran off. ATTENTION UNSAVORY FILTH! yelled the GIR toi WILL BE DESTROYED IF toi DO NOT LEAVE! Dib ran even faster than Terry.