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.
Zim:(Try) to give him advice/ tell him his disguise is lame.
Dib:Tell him that his head isn't big;it's bloody GINORMOUS!!!
Gaz: Challenge her to a DDR match
GIR:Whack him on his head and see if it has any effect.
Tallest Red:Spray him with multiple super soakers.
Tallest Purple: Drag him into a closet and Kiss him...
Keef:Punch his face; see if he is still smiling afterwards!
Skoodge: Call him and get him to help Zim.
Tak:Kill her. Like, really KILL her.
Professor Membrane: Call him an irresponsible bastard.
Dib:Tell him that his head isn't big;it's bloody GINORMOUS!!!
Gaz: Challenge her to a DDR match
GIR:Whack him on his head and see if it has any effect.
Tallest Red:Spray him with multiple super soakers.
Tallest Purple: Drag him into a closet and Kiss him...
Keef:Punch his face; see if he is still smiling afterwards!
Skoodge: Call him and get him to help Zim.
Tak:Kill her. Like, really KILL her.
Professor Membrane: Call him an irresponsible bastard.
1. Pull the Tallest out of their uniforms on belief that they are actually short.
1B. This'll probably end with your exile
2. Tell Zim he's now the Tallest.
3. Give Dib false coordinates to Irk that actually send him to Blorch
4. Tell Gaz there is a GS3 out.
4B. we are not responsible for your death.
5. Unleash a giant godzilla like hamster on the Massive.
6. Tell Zim that toi know how to destroy the Earth, and then walk away not telling him.
7. Give Tak a weenie shaped like Zim is the best form of irony.
7B. But will result in your death.
8. Steal Zim's voot for a joy ride.
9. Give Zim the Death étoile, star on his birthday.
9B. And Give Dib R2D2
10. Tell the characters they are fictional, a cult hit, and have been cancelled.
10B. We are not responsible for the fangirls that'll kill toi for that one.
1B. This'll probably end with your exile
2. Tell Zim he's now the Tallest.
3. Give Dib false coordinates to Irk that actually send him to Blorch
4. Tell Gaz there is a GS3 out.
4B. we are not responsible for your death.
5. Unleash a giant godzilla like hamster on the Massive.
6. Tell Zim that toi know how to destroy the Earth, and then walk away not telling him.
7. Give Tak a weenie shaped like Zim is the best form of irony.
7B. But will result in your death.
8. Steal Zim's voot for a joy ride.
9. Give Zim the Death étoile, star on his birthday.
9B. And Give Dib R2D2
10. Tell the characters they are fictional, a cult hit, and have been cancelled.
10B. We are not responsible for the fangirls that'll kill toi for that one.
I set up a human 'house' across the 'street' from Zim. "S.I.R.," I sighed, lazing back in a chair.
"Yes, mistress?" It snapped, shooting out infront of me.
"Did toi finish installing the cameras in Zim's base?"
"Yes mistress!" S.I.R. a dit with a salute.
"Good." A screen dropped infront of the door, and a fuzzy picture of inside Zim's base appeared. "Try to get it a little clearer." S.I.R. nodded and flew off. I sighed. Zim walked infront of the camera, and started screaming about how the Tallest would soon be congratulating him on the conquring of earth. "This...is...so...boring..." I groaned.
The 'doorbell' rang and I reluctantly stood up. A large-headed boy with giant, dorky glasses and a hair horn stood before me. "Hi."
"Hello," I said, squinting at him.
"I'm Dib. What's your name?"
"Faye." We awkwardly stood there for a moment. I slammed the door in his face. "Goodnight."
"Yes, mistress?" It snapped, shooting out infront of me.
"Did toi finish installing the cameras in Zim's base?"
"Yes mistress!" S.I.R. a dit with a salute.
"Good." A screen dropped infront of the door, and a fuzzy picture of inside Zim's base appeared. "Try to get it a little clearer." S.I.R. nodded and flew off. I sighed. Zim walked infront of the camera, and started screaming about how the Tallest would soon be congratulating him on the conquring of earth. "This...is...so...boring..." I groaned.
The 'doorbell' rang and I reluctantly stood up. A large-headed boy with giant, dorky glasses and a hair horn stood before me. "Hi."
"Hello," I said, squinting at him.
"I'm Dib. What's your name?"
"Faye." We awkwardly stood there for a moment. I slammed the door in his face. "Goodnight."
The sad thing is, Nick was not always this, well, stupid. Once upon a time, our generation watched shows that actually made us laugh, not like this dirt Nick is shoving through our throats now that need an "applause" button. The end of Nick Magazine was just one of the things that showed us Nick is falling.
Now, shows that felt Nick's wrath are rising, and Invader Zim will montrer the world that the so-called, "Christan Parents Today" are nothing but blasphemers. I cannot find a reason why God would not laugh at the hilarious comedy, ou why Jésus could not-"MAKE BISCUTS!" Shame on all of the people who hated on Invader Zim. Nothing is without flaws, but Invader Zim should not be cancelled just because a bunch of non-elected punks, and self-righteous freaks a dit it was stupid.
Now, shows that felt Nick's wrath are rising, and Invader Zim will montrer the world that the so-called, "Christan Parents Today" are nothing but blasphemers. I cannot find a reason why God would not laugh at the hilarious comedy, ou why Jésus could not-"MAKE BISCUTS!" Shame on all of the people who hated on Invader Zim. Nothing is without flaws, but Invader Zim should not be cancelled just because a bunch of non-elected punks, and self-righteous freaks a dit it was stupid.