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Iz Moth (Uncensored and Complete)	By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PsychoHanyo: Hey there, everyone! It's time for the newest installment of Iz Moth (Uncensored)! This is the last chapter before the epilogue and the preview. And we all know what that means? The sequel is going to come out soon!!! So excited!
Nbld: Hope the wait wasn't too long for everyone. But school's a bitch, you know? Lol.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, The Mask, and Krill who may or may not reappear eventually. Invader Zim and all related characters, places, themes, items, and species, etc belong to Jhonen C Vasquez. I make NO money off of this.
000
When Dib pushed open the front door to his home, he was surprised to see his father sitting on the couch in front of the TV. The TV was off, however, and the older Membrane was reading his newspaper with a cup of coffee in hand.
“Ahem.” Dib cleared his throat. “I’m home.”
“Oh, hello, son.” Membrane responded, not looking over his paper.
“Zim’s with me.” Dib said.
Membrane let the top of his paper flopped forward. For once, the scientist had his goggles off, and his honey brown eyes were visible. Dib was caught a little off guard. Membrane never had his goggles off. Dib had almost forgotten what color eyes his dad really had. Dib wondered why Membrane had his goggles off.
“You wanted to talk…to him…?” Dib wondered.
“Ah, yes. Could you go upstairs for a bit, son?” Membrane asked, folding his paper. “Zim, a word in the kitchen please.”
“Uh…” Zim paused. “Sure.” What in the world could the man want that couldn’t be said in front of Dib?
Dib nodded and kissed Zim’s cheek before racing up the stairs. Zim followed Membrane into the kitchen.
“Can I offer you a cup of coffee?” Membrane asked.
“Oh, no thank you.” Zim shook his head.
“I insist.” Membrane argued.
“I don’t drink coffee.”
Before Zim could argue anymore, a cup of hot coffee was thrust into his hands. “Professor…”
“Now, have a seat. I think we need to talk about your current living situation.”
“It’s nothing to worry about.” Zim started to argue, but a look from the man made him shut up and sit down.
“Now, now, don’t give me that.” Membrane said. “You’re 16, correct?”
14. “Yeah.” Liar.
“And you’re not considered as an adult until age 18, right?”
“Yes…” Zim knew where he was going with this. It was going to be a battle of wits. One that, hopefully, Zim would win.
“And you can’t live alone until you’re an adult, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then isn’t it to say that since you’re not underage then, using the inverse relationship theory, you are not allowed to live alone?”
“Well…yes. I suppose…” Zim paused. “But what about extenuating circumstances?” He wondered. “It’s not like my family’s around, so I don’t really have anywhere to go.”
“I’ve told you before that you can stay here.”
“I wouldn’t want to be a burden.”
“Nonsense.” Membrane took a sip from his coffee.
Zim used the chance that Membrane’s lack of attention permitted and threw his coffee into a conveniently placed plant. He looked back at Membrane once the cup was empty. Membrane slowly set his cup down. He seemed to have missed Zim dumping out the coffee.
“You are friends with my daughter, no?” He wondered. “And if I’m not mistaken, you and Dib are…close…I suppose is the best word for it.”
“We’re dating.” Zim corrected quietly.
“I suppose that’s more appropriate.” Membrane chuckled. “So it would be no problem if you were to move in. We have a spare guest room, you know. It’s not like we’re lacking in room.”
“Well, yes, but…” Zim paused. “How do I explain this…?” He thought for a moment. “Where I’m from, my people don’t exactly accept help. Even if we need it.” He said. “Besides, I moved into my mom’s house and I never left. I wouldn’t want to do the same here.”
“What do you mean, ‘moved into my mom’s house’?” Membrane arched an eyebrow. “Are your parents divorced?”
“I’m an orphan, really.” Zim flushed. “My mother found me in the streets when I was four and took me in.” He explained. “They’re not my birth parents, but they’re all I have.”
Zim realized how much he must have hurt his family by leaving. His mom and dad had welcomed him into their house with open arms, as had Red and Purple, and Zim just ditched them like it meant nothing to him. It meant everything to him, he knew that in his squeedly spooch, but he didn’t know if his parents knew that. It was stupid to think they didn’t, but Zim couldn’t help it. He hated looking at the bad side of things all the time, but he was a rational person. He tended to look at both the bad and the good. Though he didn’t see what good could have come out of his boneheaded decision. It wasn’t that he couldn’t go back and beg for forgiveness, but he was too proud to do that. What he told the Professor was true. Irkens were a proud people, and they didn’t accept help. Technically he had accepted help when his mom took him in, but he’d only been a smeet then. It didn’t count.
“I see.” Membrane nodded. “Well, you accepted help then, no?”
“I was just a kid.” Zim shook his head. “I didn’t have much of a choice where to go, and it doesn’t count anyway.”
Membrane sighed and shook his head. “I really insist on you staying here.”
“No thank you.” Zim said. “I’d really feel like a burden if I stayed here.”
Membrane sighed. “I don’t think it’s your people that are stubborn, Zim.” He informed. “I think it’s teenagers altogether.” He chuckled. “Are you really sure you wouldn’t stay? I could give you a day or so to think it over. Let me know your final answer on Tuesday.”
“Sorry, sir, but my final answer is no…”
“Wait and see if you feel the same was on Tuesday.” Membrane urged. He checked the clock on the wall. “I have to get back to work, but I’ll be waiting here for you after school ends on Tuesday, okay?” He stood. “Do help yourself to some SUPERTOAST!” He struck a pose before simply exiting the kitchen.
Zim did a double take. Dib’s father was sure…interesting…
000
            Dib was sitting at his computer playing minesweeper when Zim opened the door and walked in. Dib cocked a smile at Zim before quickly going back to his game.
“So what did my dad want?” Dib asked.
“He asked me to move in here.” Zim said. He sighed. “Again.”
“Uh…you’re my boyfriend, last I knew, not his.” Dib informed. “Isn’t asking you to move in with me my job?”
Zim laughed. “Not if you didn’t know he was going to do that. Again.” Zim sat on Dib’s bed and crossed his legs. “He really doesn’t like the idea of me living on my own, for some reason. I’m doing fine.”
“We’re all worried about you.” Dib said. He turned to Zim and moved the chair to the bed with his foot. “I know you say you’re going to be okay on your own, and I believe you about it, I just…” Dib paused. “I mean, you are just 16…”
“14.”
“Huh?”
“I’m…14…Dib.” Zim informed, gulping. The tone of Dib’s voice suggested he didn’t like hearing that.
“You…you are?” Dib cocked an eyebrow. “Well…you sure are advanced for your age.” Dib blushed, looking away.
“Sorry.” Zim muttered. “I should have told you before we did it, but I…I don’t know.”
“You could have at least told Moth first.” Dib laughed. “Last I checked, he slept with Iz long before you and I slept together.”
“Alright, alright, let’s not make fun of our own stupidity.” Zim waved his hand at that.
Dib kissed him on the ‘nose’. “Whatever you say.” He paused. “Iz.”
“Shut up.” Zim shoved him, making his chair wheel back towards the desk.
Dib laughed as he moved, before stopping himself with a hand on his computer table. “Make me.”
“I train monkeys, Dib. I don’t make them.”
“Oh, so going back to the evolutionary theory, are we?”
“The what?” Zim laughed.
“Evolutionary theory?” Dib asked. “The theory that humans evolved from monkeys? The church looked down on it and it was banned in schools? I think churches still look down on it.”
“Oh…” Zim paused. “Yes, of course I knew that.” Zim waved his hand. “I was just testing you.”
“Sure you were.” Dib opened one eye wider then the other. “You uh…don’t take this the wrong way, but…you don’t seem to recognize a lot of basic stuff that me and the others know…”
“I was homeschooled.” Zim shrugged. “I learned science, math, politics, and business. I didn’t need to know anything else.”
“So you didn’t learn English, history, art, physical education, music…?” Dib paused. “How can you be homeschooled and not know any of that?”
“Well…I speak English, so why take it as a class?” Zim wondered. “And when am I ever going to use music or art, anyway? As for history, There’s only a few things I really needed to know. And physical education…I guess sparring and martial arts counts, but…why does it matter, anyway?”
“Curiosity?” Dib asked a question of his own. “I’m just wondering why you question what so many things are.”
Zim shrugged. “And how am I supposed to not take offense to this?”
“I’m not calling you dumb or anything, because I know you aren’t. Not in the slightest. But if people realize that you question everything, they’re going to ask questions themselves.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Zim sighed. “I don’t know. I just ask questions a lot if I don’t catch what someone said.”
“Okay.” Dib smiled.
Zim gave a small smile back. “I’m still a little offended, though.”
Dib rolled back over and cupped Zim’s face in his hands. “I love you.” He said, kissing Zim.
Zim leaned into the kiss until the bedroom door opened.
“Go, boys, go!” Gaz whistled.
Dib pulled back and glared at her. “Don’t you knock?”
“I’m ordering a pizza.” She said. “What do you want on it?”
“Pepperoni.” Dib looked at Zim. “You?”
“Uh…none for me, thanks.”
Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Half pepperoni and half plain.” She left. “Lock your damn door, Dib!”
Zim had to laugh at that.
“So…can I ask another question?”
“…Yes?”
“Do you eat at all?” Dib wondered. “I mean, every time we offer food, you say no.”
“I just don’t want to eat all your food.” Zim laughed. “Yes, I eat.” His squeedly-spooch took that moment to make its presence known for once, making a noise that resembled a growling stomach.
“You’re hungry.” Dib observed.
“I think it’s just gas.”
“Sure.” Dib laughed. “Look, it’s not really my business why you don’t eat, but I just kind of wanna know.” Dib said. “I mean, if it’s something we can help with, then…”
“I don’t know what’s safe for me to eat.” Zim blurted.
“Huh?” Dib asked. “You have food allergies or something?”
“Yeah.” Zim nodded. “I know, I should know what Earth foods I can and can’t eat, but I don’t.”
“Earth foods?”
“Uh…” Well, there was no real way to explain that. Congratulations, Zim, you just screwed yourself over! You might as well have just taken off your disguise and shouted ‘I’m an alien’ through a megaphone!
“Why did you say ‘Earth foods’?”
“Uh…” How could he lie out of this one? Zim sighed. “Look, Dib…I can’t lie to you.” He paused again. “I’m…not from around here.”
“So?”
“I mean really…not from around here.” Zim arched and lowered his eyebrows twice.
Dib still looked confused.
Zim pointed up.
Dib looked at the ceiling. “Are you trying to tell me you’re an angel? Because I’ll tell you right now that I wouldn’t believe that.”
“No!” Zim sighed and flopped back. “Slerek, why can’t I just say it?”
“Say what? And what does Slerek mean?”
“It’s my people’s term that means ‘god’.”
“What language is that?”
“Irken.”
“What the hell is…oh…up there.”
“Yeah.” Zim sat up. “Look, I…”
“Are you trying to tell me you’re not from Earth, period?” Dib wondered.
“No.”
Dib stood and walked over to his closet. He put his hand on a pad above the doorknob and the doors flashed before vanishing. Inside, in addition to Dib’s clothes, were all sorts of posters and action-figures of aliens. Zim cocked an eyebrow and joined Dib.
“What…what is all of this?” Zim wondered.
“I used to be really big with the paranormal. Aliens, mostly.” Dib informed. “My dad never really approved, so I got out of it…a little. I still kept my stuff.”
“So what are you trying to tell me, Dib?” Zim asked, digging the toe of his left shoe into Dib’s carpet.
Dib turned and kissed him, pulling Zim close by the waist. “I don’t care.”
“Huh?”
“You being an alien. If you were afraid to tell me, I just wanted you to know that I don’t care about it.”
“O-oh.” Zim paused. “It looks like me being 14 was worse then me being an alien, huh?”
Dib laughed. “I guess so. I mean, I have no problem with your age…other then the fact that you and me sleeping together is illegal.”
“It is?”
“How can you not know…oh…right…” Dib flushed. “It’s rape if you’re under 17.”
“You’re under 17, too.”
“I won’t be in June.” Dib shook his head. “But that’s beside the point.”
“Oh…cause where I’m from…I’m an adult.”
“At 14?”
Zim nodded. “It’s strange, I know.” He responded. “We’re a militaristic people, so we need people for our army. The younger the person, the longer they can be a soldier. So in my culture, being 14 means you’re an adult so you can join the military, once trained.”
“That’s…interesting…” Dib paused. “Teach me something else.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Dib shrugged. “How about your leaders? Let me guess.”
“Uh…”
“You’re a militaristic people you said, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So then…your leaders are in charge of your military? So they’re generals?”
“Well…mom and dad are in charge of the military, so I guess you’re right.”
“It was a bit of common sense…wait, what?”
“Huh?”
“Mom and dad? You’re a prince?”
“Yeah…”
“So you’re a 14 year old alien…”
“Irken.”
“14 year old Irken prince…and you kept this all secret?”
“Well…yeah.”
Dib laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Well, I get not being able to realize that you and I are Iz and Moth. I chalk that up to pure stupidity.” Dib shook his head. “But I don’t get how you were able to hide all of this so easily.”
“Humans are gullible, I suppose.” Zim laughed. “I do look human, don’t I?”
“Yeah.” Dib laughed. “Could I…?”
“Yes?”
“Could I see what you look like without your disguise on?”
“Without it?” Zim arched an eyebrow. “Um…I don’t know about that…”
“It’s not like I’m gonna turn you over to authorities or try to dissect you myself.” Dib laughed. “I love you too much to do that.”
Zim blushed heavily. “I know you do.” He sighed. “What is Gaz comes in?”
“I’m gonna take her advice.” Dib walked to his bedroom door and locked it. “There you go.”
Zim laughed. “Okay.”
“So can I see you?”
Zim sighed. “Do you promise you won’t do anything?”
Dib walked over and kissed Zim. “I promise I won’t.” He said. “This is like a dream come true, you know. Meeting a real alien. A real one. Not the people dressed in costumes at that game convention Gaz dragged me to. They were way into their costumes, I swear. One of them was talking to me in another language. Gaz said it was probably Japanese, but I doubt it.”
“You’re rambling, Dib.” Zim laughed, reaching for his hologram watch. “Now, are you sure you want to see me?”
“Yea, I am.” Dib agreed. “I swear on my life that it doesn’t matter to me.”
Zim sighed and closed his eyes. He pressed a button on his hologram watch and shut it off. Dib didn’t say anything and Zim feared that it didn’t work. When he opened one eye, Dib was looking him over.
“You look different then I imagined.” Dib said.
Zim opened the other eye. “How so?”
Dib nodded towards his collection. “Grey skin, beady eyes…I kind of figured you’d look like that.”
“Newsflash, Dib.” Zim laughed. “I know a lot of species out there, but none of them look like that. I don’t think that ever existed.”
“Yeah, I figured that most of this stuff was crap.” Dib laughed. “It’s fun to think about, though.”
“I guess.” Zim shrugged. “I don’t do much for imagining. I go off blueprints.”
“Blueprints?” Dib wondered. “Life doesn’t come with those.”
Zim shrugged. “So anyway…what do you think?”
“About you?” Dib wondered. “It’s a shock…but…amazing, anyway.” Dib laughed. “I mean, real living proof of extraterrestrial life is standing in my bedroom and it’s you.”
“What does that mean?” Zim’s right antenna twitched.
“You’re amazing.” Dib pulled Zim close. “I don’t know what else to say.”
“So…this doesn’t change anything with us?”
“Of course not.” Dib responded with a slight shrug. “You being an alien…holy crap.” He laughed.
Zim couldn’t help but laugh, as well. Dib seemed so…happy…compared to when they first met.
“Thanks, I think.”
“I just realized that your mask matches your eyes.”
“And I think you have an obsession with blue.”
Dib laughed. “Okay, I guess you’re right.”
“You know I am.” Zim kissed Dib’s bottom lip and flipped his hologram back on. “I’m still a little uncomfortable with it off.” He informed as his skin became peach again.
“Oh, it’s fine.” Dib responded. “Either way, you’re hot.”
Zim laughed. “You are so cheesy.”
“No.” Dib shook his head. “My next question is cheesy.”
“What is that?”
“Will you move in with me?”
000
            Zim sighed, looking around his living room. The decision he’d made the night before was going to change everything. There was no going back after this. Zim looked down at the robotic head and half of a robotic body at his feet. He wasn’t going to be able to finish this…er…Sir unit…anytime soon. That wasn’t to say that he was going to STOP working on it. He’d get around to it when he had the time. After school and every other weekend…between 6 and 8 on Sundays because, he had to face it, he’d have to rest from a week and a Saturday of juggling Dib, his friends from Skool, and miscellaneous videogame marathons that Gaz would force him to participate in. She had said that the day before, that being around all the time meant he’d get into videogames if it killed him. He was from a world built on the military, science, technology, and assorted goods that they took from other planets and claimed as their own. The Vortians were never happy with that.
            But it wasn’t going to be bad. He could hardly wait for the next chapter in his life to begin. His ship was going to be well taken care of, between him and Dib. Dib hadn’t asked much about the Irkens, much to Zim’s relief. It was only a matter of time before his paranormal obsession came to the surface and had to be sedated again.
Zim took one more look around his base. “Goodbye, base.” He said, walking outside.
Arms wrapped around his neck as Zim stood in the street and watched his base go back into the little drill that he had used to make it. No one seemed to notice as the Earth rumbled slightly. All that was left there was his Voot and the drill.
“Ready to go home, now?” Dib asked, kissing Zim’s neck.
“Yeah, I guess.” Zim sighed. “I’m gonna miss that place…that empty…empty place.” Everything he had been keeping in the house for himself was packed in three suitcases inside his ship’s cargo hold.
“I know.” Dib said softly. “But you’re not gonna be home alone anymore.” Dib smirked. “I mean, I don’t have to go off to The Mask to see Iz anymore.”
Zim glared at him. “Funny.” He said.
Dib laughed. “I know.” He responded.
“Of course, if you miss Iz…I still have my amplifier and my mask.”
Dib blushed, laughing. “I still have my stuff, too.” He said. “There’s no reason we can’t go to the Mask together. We could be a pair.”
“Pair?”
“People who date outside and inside the club.” Dib offered. “I really need to teach you some of the lingo they use at The Mask…”
“Yeah, I’m a dumb fourteen year old kid. I know.”
“You’re not dumb. And you’re definitely not a kid. No kid would know how to do half the things you do when we…”
“Okay, let’s not speak that out loud in case anyone is listening!” Zim shushed him with a hand over his mouth. “You know…its night time.”
“So?”
“How about a ride?”
“Ride?”
“In my ship.” Zim nodded, already dragging Dib over to it.
“Uh…I don’t do so well in flying objects.” Dib objected. “I get airsick.”
“Air…sick?” Zim’s antennae cocked up under his hologram.
“When flying makes you nauseas and you throw up?”
“We don’t have a word for that home.” Zim said. “Everyone flies everywhere.”
“Really?”Dib cocked an eyebrow. “Interesting.”
Zim nodded. He opened the hatch to his ship and put his hands down for Dib to step on. After hoisting Dib up into the cockpit, Zim climbed up and sat in the pilot’s seat.
“You’ll be fine.” Zim said. “The G-Force compensators should help with the nausea.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very.” Zim shut the hatch with a press of a button and a click. He started the ship up and it began hovering slightly off the ground, soundless.
“Zim…I don’t know…”
“Relax.”Zim pressed a few buttons and pulled a lever, making the ship rise up higher until it was above the rooftops. “I know what I’m doing.” He smirked and made the ship move a little. “I won’t do anything really showoff-y, so don’t worry about tricks and flips.”
“Thanks.” Dib looked out the window at the starry sky. “This actually isn’t bad. It’s…pretty.”
Zim smiled. This was nothing new to him. They were still in the atmosphere anyway. “If you think it’s nice here, wait until we go out.”
“Out?”
Zim jerked the controls foreword and the ship quickly shot up.
“Zim!” Dib was jerked around a little bit, before he found what appeared to be a seatbelt. “Is this a seatbelt?”
“Yeah.” Zim nodded.
Dib buckled himself in, missing the locking mechanism a few times before finally getting settled.
“Warn me next time!” He lightly slapped Zim’s shoulder. “I might have thrown up all over you!”
“But you didn’t, did you?” Zim laughed.
Dib raised an eyebrow. “I guess not. How much longer until you stop?”
“Approximately…” Zim looked at a number next to his controls. “One minute.”
“Warn me when you stop.”
“It will be gradual. I won’t slam on the brakes. That would hurt me, too, you know.”
Dib looked him over. “You’re not buckled in.”
“I normally don’t.”
“Isn’t that…not safe…?”
“I’ve never had a problem.” Zim shook his head.
The ship slowly stopped. “Take a look outside.” Zim ordered.
Dib looked out the windshield. His jaw dropped. “Oh my God…that’s…Earth!”
Zim nodded. “Yeah.” He said. “That’s what your home looks like.”
Dib unbuckled himself slowly and leaned forward. “Wow…so this is what you saw when you first came here.”
Zim nodded. “Uh huh.” This wasn’t really fascinating to him. Sure, it was different stars then he was used to seeing, but it was still just space. Space didn’t fascinate him anymore. He’d seen enough of it. “You want to see a sunrise?”
“Sunrise?” Dib wondered. “That would be on the other side of the planet.”
The stars begun to slide past them as Zim moved his ship. “There.” Zim pointed. “We’re not right in front of it, so it won’t kill us, but you can still see it. A sunrise from space.”
Dib gaped. The sun slowly moved above what appeared to be the horizon. Even Zim was impressed. The blue spots on Earth, the oceans, were illuminated brilliantly. Zim waited a few minutes before going back to their side of the planet. “The sun would hit us if we stayed there longer.” He informed. “Are you ready to go back down?”
“Go back down?” Dib asked, not really paying attention. “Hey, look!”

Zim looked to where Dib had pointed. A comet trailed past. “Well, would you look at that?” Zim laughed. “You know…a comet like that…it’s a sign of good luck.”
“It is?”
“It’s superstition, I know, but my mom used to tell me when I was young that shooting stars were the universe’s way of letting you know that something is right.”
“So…maybe it’s trying to tell us something.”
“I think so.” Zim nodded.
Dib turned back to him and kissed him. “You know…we don’t have to go back yet.”
“No. We don’t.” Zim agreed. “But we can’t do much in this little thing.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“How are you sure?”
“…Experience.”
Dib slapped his forehead. “I didn’t need to know that.”
Zim laughed. “You asked.”
“Yeah, I know I did.” Dib sighed. “So are we going to sit here and argue or are we doing something?”
Zim smirked. “We can’t do much. I didn’t say that we couldn’t do anything.”
Dib smirked. He leaned forward and met their lips.
000
            Zim parked his ship safely in the Membrane’s garage. It was empty, not even a car, so there was enough room for him to store it. He and Dib both jumped out.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” Zim asked. “Your dad won’t find it?”
“We don’t use the garage.” Dib responded, coming from the other side of the ship.
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.” Dib said. “I’m not gonna lie.”
“Okay.” Zim sighed and shut the cockpit. “I guess I’ll trust you. But if he finds this, I have permission to slap you upside the head.”
“Okay, okay, deal.”
“Ahem.” Gaz’s voice called from the stairs.
Dib and Zim turned quickly to see Gaz drinking from a soda can.
“This…isn’t what it looks like…?” Zim tried pathetically.
“You mean there’s not a spaceship in the garage?” Gaz wondered, cocking an eyebrow.
“No…there’s a ship in the garage…” Dib paused. “But it’s not a real ship.”
“I just saw you fly it in.”
“Crap.” Zim rolled his eyes. “No one else could have seen, could they?”
“A “beep” filled the house when you opened the garage.” Gaz informed. “Dad’s security system. So his strange stalker fans can’t break in through the garage…or something.”
“I think that was his reasoning.” Dib nodded.
“Dad won’t find it, if that’s what you’re worried about, Zim.” Gaz informed.
“And you won’t tell anyone?” Zim wondered. “This should probably be kept between the three of us.” He looked to Dib. “Okay? No one outside this room knows?”
“Sure.” Dib nodded. “People might start asking for rides.”
Zim laughed.
“Alright, fine, good.” Gaz rolled her eyes. “Now get your stuff in the guest room and get your rear end into the living room. I just got Super Kicky Fighter 2. We’re playing.” She left without another word.
“I’d suggest listening to her.” Dib informed.
“Agreed.” Zim nodded.
He and Dib removed Zim’s stuff from the cargo hold before exiting the garage. Zim took a look at his ship and smiled, turning the light off before leaving.
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