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Chapter List
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Sex now. Violence, too. And—‘Dum-Dum-Dun!’—THE RETURN OF TAK! (What? You didn’t think I was gonna write her out, did you?)

Chapter 14: The Morning After Blues

“If you tell anyone about this, Dib, I’ll make sure your death is long and painful.”
And Dib laughed. He knew better than to laugh off this threat when Zim used that tone—that strangled, weird voice—but with the alien pulling him down closer, he was giddy in victory. Right then, he really didn’t give a shit what Zim would do to him later…
It felt good to touch Zim again. The sensation of spongy smoothness underneath fingertips, seemingly fragile until he dug his fingers in deeper to meet the resistance of strangely firmer tissue beneath. Blood swelled new bruises and beaded out of cuts left to mark the passage of his hands. Mouth, teeth and tongue followed after fingers to bite and break skin and lap out of veins which pulsed in irregular beats from a different heart. His hands slipped lower to probe into unknown and unplumbed regions, dragging out new pains and amusements with surgical precision. The difference between what was alien and what may be human were subtle but shamefully clear when placed under such intimate scrutiny. The curves of the body, the twisting at each touch, the screams…
Dib didn’t have to make it hurt like this. He didn’t have to drag it out so long. But he had promised to make Zim suffer and Dib didn’t want to disappoint. By the time he was ready to finish, the alien had screamed and howled himself hoarse. There may not have been the crying out when he rammed in, but Dib got the point when Zim clawed open his back. They both pounded and tore at each other in an eerie quiet disturbed only by the throb of pants and moans. The climax came too soon in Dib’s opinion yet it certainly was intense.
It took forever before Dib could get the shaking dizziness under control enough to slide off Zim and stumble to the sink. Flinching at the sting of cold water, he quietly cursed himself for not fixing the furnace as he cleaned the mess off. Dib noted idly that it looked like he’d been mauled a rabid wolverine, then wondered just how much damage he’d done to Zim. Not that he actually wanted to see the end result—it was the act not the consequences he had wanted—but he had to make sure the alien hadn’t died… Well, not yet anyway.
Glancing over his shoulder, Dib was more than a little shocked by display. Zim laid out on the table looking as if he’d been a schoolgirl extra from a tentacle hentai, broken tattered yet still alive. Then, in increments of aching slowness, the alien rolled onto his side and sat up with a faint groan. Antennae twitching, Zim stared vacantly at Dib’s back for a moment before a drunkenly satisfied grin slithered across his face.
Unable to resist, Dib reached into his pants pocket.
“If you tell anyone, Dib…”
The flash made Zim’s head jerk up. With more speed than Dib expected from the wounded, he lunged from the table and was at the human’s throat. “Give me that! NOW!” rasped Zim, grabbing for the camera.
“Oh? This?” Smirking, Dib dangled the camera just out of Zim’s reach. He dodged the alien’s frantic attempts to take it away, savoring the way Zim kept bumping and squirming against him. Suddenly, he let the camera drop into Zim’s hands and waited until Zim had finished stomping it to pieces before laughing in the alien’s face.
Zim glared. There was a mixture of fury and hurt on his face.
“What?” Dib giggled. “You ought know me well enough by now to know I’d have cameras hidden all over the place.”
“I can’t fucking believe you! You dirty, stinking ape—” Zim stopped mid-rant. “Wait. Did you say ‘cameras’? As in more than one? Hidden around this very room, recording the whole time we were…” He trailed off. Little tics of outrage yanked over Zim’s livid green face. Then the twitching stopped and Zim stared straight at Dib, expression neutral.
The fist came next, a smudge of green hurtled dead center. Dib vaguely noted in the white flash before blacking out that those indestructible frames he got last year were certainly paying off now.
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Gaz paused the game long enough to flex her new fingers for the twelfth time since they started walking back home. Despite the fact that the sky threatened rain and it’d take less time, she outright refused to accept Pepito’s offer to drive her and G.I.R. back to the house. She honestly didn’t want an encore appearance by breakfast today.
“We’re here…” G.I.R. squealed when it kicked open the front door and charged into the darkness. It had barely gotten past the couch before a gleaming metal hand grabbed G.I.R. by the ears of its doggy suit. “JOY! Dib’s home!”
Gaz calmly shut the door, put up her GameSlave2, and stared at her brother who stared from G.I.R. to her several beats. Half opening an eye, she finally spoke up. “Is that a tampon?”
“Yes.” Dib hissed back, trying not to wince. “Zim kindly broke my nose and, as an added bonus, rebroke two ribs while I was on the floor.”
Gaz laughed nastily.
He thrust G.I.R. toward her. “Your turn, sis: What is Zim’s robot doing here?”
Before she could speak, G.I.R. snapped into duty mode and barked, “I was ordered by my Master to keep watch on the Gaz-human!”
Giggling, the robot went out of duty mode. “And we has been havin’ lots and lots and lots of fun together! Like the time we went to TACOLAND and fought vampires and this bad man hurted Piggy, but he’s okay now ‘cuz Gaz helped him save his boyfriend! Oh, and then Gaz made you a present but then she got sick and you showed up, but you was acting all funny Dib-monkey, like you wasn’t you at all! Then you told me to watch Gaz, which I did but I was thirsty, so I went to store to gets a Slurp Monkey and Todd—the bad man’s boyfriend—he let’s me have some free and brings me home, but Gaz was better so she decided to go out. And they looked at each really funny! You know, Todd had that same look on his face looking at Gaz that you always have when Master looks at you… That creepy eye thingie like you wanna kill them but wanna do that other thing with them too! Gaz went off to do stuff, so Todd waited a bit and then he went after her like you always used to do with Master, then Gaz had to go to the hospital ‘cuz Master tore her arm off but the Professor-guy from TV gave her a new one and then we had to leave so we stayed the Antichrist … and then: We came home. The End.”
“Thank you, G.I.R.” Dib smiled coldly, then sent a jolt of electricity surging through the robot, letting it drop with a thump.
Gaz stared wide eyed at G.I.R.’s lifeless body on the floor. “Why did you kill him? He liked you.”
“He?” The smile widened to a sneer. “It was a fucking robot. More specifically, it was Zim’s robot. And I like breaking Zim’s things…” Dib lifted his foot to stomp G.I.R..
Growling, Gaz lunged for her brother and they both went sprawling over the back of the couch. She punched Dib about the face and chest as hard as she could. The sudden left hook caught her under the jaw, knocking Gaz flat on her back across the coffee table. Dib was on top of her in an instant, hands locked around her neck while he pressed one knee into her ribcage.
“Come on, bitch, why aren’t you laughing now?” cackled Dib, throttling her. “Why aren’t you laughing? It’s funny! After all these years, I finally snap and go on the killing spree! First Dad, then Keef….and now you! Ha-ha! Wanna know why you have to die, sister dearest? You really wanna know?”
Gaz head-butted Dib hard enough that his grip loosened. Scrabbling to her feet, she shouted, “SECURITY!”
The snake-bot burst out of the ceiling, wrapping Dib up in its coils and suspending him above the floor. Gaz took a second to regain her breath and straighten her skirt before picking G.I.R. up. She ignored Dib’s cursing as he struggled to get free and headed toward the lab.
“I knew it!” screamed Dib. “You were fucking him!”
She stopped in her tracks, but didn’t look at him. “Who? G.I.R.?”
“Zim!”
Gaz turned slowly, her face twisted in utter revulsion. “Okay, time you came out of your little psycho fantasy world, Dib. I Never Fucked Zim. The very thought makes me want to projectile vomit. I only want him dead.”
“You lying little whore.”
She started to say something, then threw up her hands. “Whatever. There’s no getting through to you. You’re too fucking jealous.”
“Jealous?” Dib shrieked. “I’m not jealous! I’m fucking pissed off!”
“No. You’re jealous. And afraid,” hissed Gaz, keeping her distance. “You’re absolutely terrified that you’re going to lose Zim. You’re scared that he’s going to lose interest, that he’s going to go off to Ugh or whatever shithole planet he’s from and leave you behind… Just like when Mom…”
Gaz stopped, choking up.
“When Mom died.” Dib finished. He let out a nasty little laugh. “You know Gaz, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you actually show a human emotion. It’s pretty scary.”
She glared. “Mom’s not dead. Not in any normal sense. She’s… It’d be easier to show you.”
With a snap of her fingers, the snake-bot dropped to the floor and, with Dib still firmly in its grasp, slithered after Gaz as she walked toward the lab with G.I.R. cradled like a baby in her arms. She led Dib deep within the bowels of the lab, past chambers brimming with scientific devices, test tubes, and various testing equipment. Finally, they reached a room of terrible non-Euclidean angles dominated by a dais of reptilian green-black stone upon which rested a gigantic, balefully glowing…
“Lava Lamp?!” Dib barked staggering to his feet after the snake-bot dropped him. “You brought me down here to see a fucking lava lamp?”
Gaz said nothing, only glowered hellishly and pointed toward the lamp.
Rolling his eyes, Dib trudged up the dais steps. He crossed his arms disdainfully and stared at the vile purple globs bobbing around in the briny green liquid. To his amazement, the globs began to pool together, shifting and bubbling in a noxious explosion of half-formed limbs and other, nameless things. At last, the purple mass congealed into to shape of a sleeping woman. Dib moved closer, staring in mute horror at the warmly familiar face that used to lean down to give him a good night kiss.
“I wouldn’t get too close.” Gaz muttered, appearing at his side.
Dib shouted in surprise, then whirled on her. “What the fuck did he do to her?”
“Dad didn’t do anything to her.”
“LIAR!” screamed Dib. “You’d say anything to defend the bastard! You were always Dad’s favorite!”
“Actually, Dib, you are his favorite child. I’m just his ‘funny’ one.” Gaz’s voice echoed mournfully through the room. She turned and looked at their mother floating placidly in her brine filled tube. “But that’s beside the point. Dib, have you ever wondered why your head’s so big? Or why I’m so fucking antisocial? Or the fact that we’ve both got weird, spooky supernatural powers? I mean, you can’t say that’s normal.”
“I personally blame Dad and his meddling with genetics for that…” Dib hissed.
“Well, yeah. But it’s not like Mom didn’t have a hand in it… They both collaborated on the pre-natal work and they, eh, donated the components, if you get me.” She grinned at little at the grossed-out look on her brother’s face. “See, Dad is quite abnormal as far as human beings go and Mom….Well, she’s really never was human…”
“What’s this you’re telling me, Gaz? That Mom turned into a ravening slime beast and Dad couldn’t bring himself to kill her, so instead he went and put her in a giant glass jar like another one of his lab specimen?”
“Yeah.”
For a stretch of several minutes, Dib could only gawk at her. Then he sat down with a bitter little smile. “Great. Not only was Dad an insensitive asshole, but he also kept Mom laying around the lab like a fucking freak show exhibit!”
“Actually, Mom asked him to do it. This used to be her workroom.”
“Workroom? It looks more like the setting for a witch’s Black Mass.”
Gaz gave him an annoyed look. “That what Mom did.”
Arching an eyebrow in surprise, Dib muttered, “Are you saying Mom was an evil witch?”
“I wouldn’t say she was exactly evil… Witch, yes. Malevolent, definitely. But not evil.” Gaz looked down on her brother, her face twisting into a wicked grin. “I take after her just as much as you take after Dad.”
“I’M NOTHING LIKE DAD!” Dib shrieked, leaping to his feet.
“Yes you are.” It was the flat, cool way she said it that made Dib cringe back. “You are just as melodramatic, anal-retentive, megalomaniacal, and freakish as Dad.”
“You forgot bloodthirsty.”
Gaz shook her head. “No, we get that from Mom.”
Turning away from her, Dib stared at their mother as she bobbed oblivious in her tank. He let the silence stretch out then asked, “If I’m his favorite, why didn’t Dad ever tell me? Why does he always tell you these things?”
“He doesn’t. Usually, I find out this crap by accident, and then Dad tries to explain it away when I ask him about it. Take for example how I found Mom: G.I.R. was stupidly playing treasure hunt with some parts I chased him down here. Speaking of G.I.R.,” Gaz shifted the robot around in her arms as she began to leave. “I’ll be in the upper part of the lab trying to fix him.”
Dib laughed sourly. “I try to kill you and murdered Dad, but all you truly care about is Zim’s nutty little minion?”
“Dad isn’t dead,” sighed Gaz. “He’s in a hermetically sealed ICU chamber at the Membrane Labs until they finish fixing his respirator mask. Oh, and by the way Dib, if G.I.R.’s circuits are scrambled beyond any hope of repair, I’ll make you wish Zim had snapped your fucking neck…” On that note, she walked off, leaving her brother to brood.
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Hurt.
Such a tiny word and yet it covered the wide range of things Zim was feeling. His body had been torn, he’d been violated in almost every since of the term, but Zim had been expecting this from Dib. Actually, he’d been looking forward to it. Masochistic tendencies aside, he needed the human to do these things because now he felt justified in what he was planning to do from this moment on.
There’d be no flying by the seat of his tights this time. Zim had carefully, cunningly thought through every detail. First, he’d explain what happened to the Tallest. That would easy once Skoodge arrived with the Execution Squad, since he knew from the way Tak went off that any decent Irken wouldn’t stand to let another of their race be defiled by the enemy. All he had to do was play up the fact that the Dib had forced him to submit and that he tried to submit but was too drugged to save himself. Dib had admitted to everything on the recording of the “assault” which Zim had thoughtfully taken with him when he left the human bleeding on the floor. With that as evidence to back up his claims, it shouldn’t be had to get his fellow Irkens on his side.
Then, with the support of the Armada at last, Zim would conquer the Earth to regain his honor. It was the perfect excuse…not that you ever needed an excuse to conquer the lesser species of the Universe. Once he this miserable planet firmly under his MIGHTY boot heel, Zim’d deal personally with Dib. Oh, there were so many things he wanted to do with the human. Maybe—no, he’d definitely make Dib a ‘pet’—he even had a collar around here somewhere—then it would be Zim’s turn to make him beg…
The thought of the tortures he’d inflict on Dib made Zim giggle. The giggle slow twisted into a chuckle then rose up in a laugh of utter evil abandon that rang throughout the base.
Suddenly, someone began to clap from the darkness. Zim twisted around sharply, drawing and leveling a laser at the intruder.
“Good show, Zim.” Tak spoke pleasantly, apparently enjoying the confused look on Zim’s face. “Allowing yourself to be disgraced to gain sympathy from the rest of Irk, then parleying it into righteous anger to get the Armada to come conquer Earth for you… I never would’ve thought you capable of come up with such a brilliant scam.”
Huffing up, Zim turned away. “Here I am, the victim, and you make it sound like I planned this all from the start. Though it would be a stroke of sheer GENIUS…”
“Don’t lie to me, Zim! I know what you’re planning to do!” snarled Tak. “I heard everything, right down to disgusting bits where you had the Dib-human chained up to a bed…”
“Okay! So maybe I did—HEY! I NEVER said anything about the chains!”
“You thought it!” Tak barked, then caught her slip.
Zim blinked. “Eh? What was that?”
Remaining silent, Tak only glared.
“You can hear thoughts?” An ugly smile crept over his face. “Well, that’s interesting. Go on, Tak. Tell me what I’m thinking now.”
She snorted. “You? Thinking?! That’s a contradiction in terms. Besides, it’s obvious you’re the type who is into that sort of aberrant sexual behavior.”
“Admit it!” screamed Zim, missing the crack Tak made on his personal life. “You’re a telepath!”
“How dare you accuse me of such a thing!” Tak growled as she got up in his face. “They screen potential telepaths pre-Smeeting! And even if one developed such abilities after being smeeted, then they would have been discovered and…” She drew back with a shudder.
“And then the Thought Police would take you to the Brain Banks, where you’re brains would be removed, lobotomized, and used as a processor in the Great Matrix.” Zim finished cheerfully. “That’s why you’ve kept it secret, isn’t it? So you wouldn’t be ‘honored’ by becoming one with the Control Brains.”
Tak began to back away, her voice going shrill with panic. “Wait Zim! You don’t understand…”
“Oh, I understand…” he cooed in a sweet tone, cornering her against the computer console. “You’ve been lying to everyone, hiding the fact that you were a telepath to avoid being used in the Matrix. You know, this is treason Tak.”
“But you…you can’t…”
Gently, Zim cupped her face in his palm and leaned closer. In an unpleasantly affectionate way, he started playing with her antenna. “Do you have any idea how much your brains is worth to the Empire, Tak? The reward for turning in a telepath can be as high as thirteen trillion monies. Not millions, Tak, but trillions… And all I’d have to do is…” He grabbed both antenna and yanked her head back, pressing a claw firmly against the hollow of her throat. “There’s just one thing I have got to know, Tak:” Zim paused ominously, listening to her whimpers of terror then blurted, “How’d you get out of that pain amplifier anyway?”
He let go and doubled over in pain when Tak’s knee smashed into his groin.
“You BASTARD!” she screamed down at him. “I thought you were going to…to…” She made a noise of sheer disgust at the thought.
“Going to what? Kill you?” squeaked Zim.
She began to correct him that about what she thought he’d been trying to do, but the very idea was too disgusting for her to even contemplate. Instead Tak sank down into a chair and wait for Zim to recover before she started talking. “Alright Zim, I’ll level with you. I escaped that pain amplifier you so thoughtfully launched me into space in after being picked up by a passing garbage scow. The captain foolishly released me and I used my…eh, talents to manipulate the crew into killing each other off, then sent out a distress signal. “Can you imagine my surprise when the one who answers my call for ‘help’ turns out to be none other than Skoodge, on his way to Irk. He was more than happy to let me tag along with him to pick up he new assistant…Unfortunately, barely an hour after we left Irk on the way back to Earth, she step out of an airlock and apparently died a horrible, freeze-drying death.”
“Geez, Tak,” muttered Zim. “You had to kill that guy too?”
“Actually, when I told her who her new boss was going to be, she chose suicide rather than wait for the inevitable…”
“Working for Skoodge can’t be that bad.”
“No, but working for you is.” Before Zim could ask anymore stupid questions, Tak cut him off with a wave of her hand. “Don’t you know, Zim? No…I can see by that look on your face that you don’t. You see Zim, you’ve living proof of the adage that only the most incompetent officers in an army are promoted to the highest ranks.”
“What are you talking about?”
Screaming in frustration, Tak leapt up. “YOU STUPID WANKER! YOU’VE BEEN PROMOTED!”
“Promoted?” asked Zim blandly. “To what? Junior Fry-lord?”
“NO! You’re the new Supreme Commander of the Imperial Space Marines!” roared Tak.
“I am?”
“Yes!”
“And this—” He held out the packet Mini-moose had shown him. “Is my new uniform?”
“Yes!”
“And a personal assistant?”
“Yes!” she snapped. “What the hell do you think I’m doing here? They gave me the job after the other one’s death.”
“And I’m going to get a pay raise, right?”
“All that and then some!” hissed Tak bitterly. “You’ll not only be paid seven-times the yearly wages of the average officer, but you also get an obscenely huge expense budget and unlimited access to all weapon and supply depots in the Irken Empire. Plus—and this is the ultimate irony of ironies— you’re getting full breeding rights! Including first pick of partners... after the Tallest, of course.”
“I can finally get a battle tank?” Zim mumbled dreamily.
“You can get a whole fleet of battle tanks.”
He smiled widely in childish glee. “Well, what the hell are you waiting for?! Call and get me my weapons of mass destruction! We’ve got ourselves a planet to conquer!”
“I can’t do that. I’m afraid we have direct orders to return to Irk immediately.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Tak?” Zim purred. “You know, I am now your commanding officer…”
Tak’s lip curled in disgust. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever call you ‘sir’. And we have orders to return to Irk, pick up three legions of marines and rendezvous with the Massive for an as yet undisclosed mission. Effective immediately, Zim!”
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled absently as he checked the time and date. Then Zim turned and walked away.
“Where the hell are you going?!”
“To get dressed. School starts in twenty minutes and I have to clean the human stink off…”
“School? School?!” shouted Tak, chasing after him. “Are you out of your mind? We’ve got orders to return home Zim. HOME! Don’t you want to see Irk again?”
For a moment, Zim pondered the question then shrugged. “Eh, no. Not really.”
“Let me see if I understand you:” muttered Tak. “You’ve been in exile for over a decade, doomed to live out the rest of your life as a miserable outcast from the magnificence of our beloved homeworld Irk, the very pinnacle of Galactic civilization. And now that you’re being offered the chance not only to return, but to return in a blaze of triumphant glory as the new Commander of the Imperial Space Marines—a position which, while wrought with innumerable perils to your person, is one of the most prestigious post in the Irken military—you’re going to blow it off because you have school?”
“Oh, I’ll go back to Irk eventually.” Zim hissed. “But I still have things to do here Tak. Oh, so much I must do…”
“It’s the Dib human, isn’t it?”
“What? No! This isn’t… I mean…” sputtered Zim before he huffed up again. “Dib is nothing to me.”
“So why haven’t you killed him yet?” asked Tak. “You’ve had plenty of opportunities. The Dib human was in a coma for months, according to what Skoodge told me. It would have been easy, Zim, so easy. Just sneak in, inject a lethal dose of, say, morphine into his IV and be rid of the pest. Dying in one’s sleep is a luxury rarely given to those who rebel against the Empire. It would be mercy.”
“No,” he sneered. “It would be wrong. Dib deserves better. He is one of the greatest warriors I’ve ever had to face in combat, and he deserves the chance to die in battle.”
Suddenly, she began laughing. Zim stared at Tak in shock.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. You’ve said that all before, Zim!” she gasped with a nasty grin. “And I never quite got it till now.”
Zim blinked stupidly. “Got what?”
Leaning in, Tak spoke sharply. “I now see the REASON, Zim. The reason you let the Dib live on to degrade and torment you. The reason why you don’t want leave this miserable dirtball yet…” She giggled a bit madly. “It’s not about revenge. Or even conquest. It’s about Dib. You stay because of Dib.”
“LIES!” Zim screamed, flushing with rage. “I STAY BECAUSE IT IS MY w:st="on">MISSION TO DESTROY THE EARTH!”
She only laughed at this outburst. “How amusing. You still honestly believe that the Tallest sent you on a real mission.”
“Actually, I know the mission was a lie. In a way I always knew that…” There was a sad droop to Zim’s antenna. They snapped upright suddenly as he gave Tak the most deranged kind of looks that was neither a smile nor a leer but something utterly insane. “But this isn’t about Operation Impending Doom 2! This… This is personal, Tak. PERSONAL! A matter of pride, if you will. And I’m sure you can understand that… After all, pride is all you have left, isn’t Tak?”
“At least I have that!” snarled Tak. “You, on the other hand, are nothing more than a shameless xenophile. A filthy pervert and traitor to your own race! You’re a complete pompous ass who can’t see past your own planet sized ego! You’re an idiot and a bastard! You, Zim, are the single worst Invader in living memory!”
“And insane.” Zim added mildly. “You left insane.”
With a snort, she turned away. “Well, you surprise me yet again Zim. I never thought you’d admit that.”
Zim remained silent.
“Now then… Since you are too stupid to hypnotize, I’m going to have to use more mundane methods of persuasion.” Pulling out a large, alien device from her PAK, Tak turned back to him. She thumbed the ‘ON’ lever, create a large arch of electricity to run up the two metal spikes. “We’ve wasted enough time already, so let’s go over the options you have: Option 1, you come along quietly and follow orders like a good little soldier for a change; or, Option 2, I use this stunner on you a couple times and drag you back to Irk in chains… And, personally, I’m hoping you pick the latter.”
“What about Option 3?” asked Zim.
“Option 3?! There’s not a—” Before she could say any more, Zim lunged for the stunner. Tak struggled to prevent him from getting it out of her hand, twisting and clawing to get Zim off of her until the stunner wound up slipping from her grasp and clattering across the floor. Zim broke away and made a grab for it, but Tak jumped him just as he turned. She got in a few good punches before catching a massive jolt of electricity.
Putting in a few more jolts just in case, Zim tossed the stunner aside. He dragged Tak’s unconscious body into a storeroom, locking and sealing the door, then he called for Skoodge.
“Present, commander, sir!” barked the lard-ball as he saluted awkwardly. “What are your orders, sir!”
He pointed to the storeroom, voice straining and even more frenzied than normal. “Guard this door. And, no matter what you hear, no matter how much she pleads, don’t let Tak leave that room, understand?”
Skoodge gave him a funny look. “But the Tallest…”
“DO NOT QUESTION ME!” screamed Zim. Satisfied that Skoodge was now adequately terrified into obedience, he turned on his heels and marched smartly to the elevator. Once back in the ‘house’ level, Zim snatched Minimoose out of the air and began petting on its moosey head like some low-rent Bond villain.
“Moose, my most faithful minion…” he purred sweetly, walking toward the door. “We are about to embark on a campaign terror the likes of which that miserable human has never know before. But first, off to school!”
Laughing maniacally, Zim got into the El Camino with Minimoose still clutched in his hand and drove toward the High Skool.
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