"Your futures are DOOMED!" Ms. bitter a dit as she finally ended her long speech. Zim sighed, bored out of his mind, while Dib just stared at him. Other students looked up at the clock, as if pleading it to save them from their teacher's daily mountain of homework that she was about to assign.
"Now, your work is-" she began, until she heard the cloche, bell ring. Ms. bitter swore that the acursed sound would one jour pay, but apparently it wouldn't today. Zim was thinking, 'Finally! That human took forever with her speech. Now I can think of my new plan to take over the Earth. ALL SHALL BOW BEFORE...
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