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Chapter 45: Terms

****NOTE: All of the stereotypical behaviour of the dignitaries and political incorrectness in this chapter are written in good fun, and should not be taken seriously. (Besides, no country really comes out of this chapter unscathed anyway)

“It would seem that we have no choice but to acquiesce to your demands.” British Prime Minister Man, who was wearing an enormous black fuzzy hat, said slowly, an enormous teapot and a dead parrot sitting in front of him.

Canadian Prime Minister Man nodded somberly. “In order to save the lives of our citizens, and in spite of our disgustingly high gasoline prices and ridiculous amounts of taxes, we have decided to agree to your terms, eh? We will build these spacecraft.”

“But there is ONE condition!” Vice President Man (who was filling in for President Man in the meeting due to a nervous breakdown) said, slamming his fist dramatically on the table. “Once these ships have been built and handed over to your control, you hand over the nukes.”

Dib chuckled, looking at Zim. “I think they’re trying to make demands, Zim.”

Zim shrugged one shoulder, addressing Vice President Man. “Once I have the ships in my control, they will be EQUIPPED with the nuclear devices. When that is done, no nuclear weapons will remain on this planet, and thus, they will no longer be a threat to you, unless one of your own people reneges and turns upon the Earth.”

The translators did their duties, and the world leaders murmured among themselves for a few minutes. Vice President Man just crossed his arms, scowling at Dib and Zim through the view screen as he waited for his fellow dignitaries to come to order.

“What are you going to use these ships for, anyways?” Vice President Man grumbled.

“That,” Zim scowled, “is none of your business.”

Vice President Man stood up, pointing a finger at the view screen. “I think it IS our business, seeing as we’re the ones that are going to be breaking our backs building an insane number of ships for two power-tripping little punk teenagers! Even worse, two little GAY punk teenagers! It IS our business! What are you going to be using them for, some little galactic Pride Parade?!”

Dib and Zim both scowled, and Dib spoke through clenched teeth. “Someone may want to restrain that man so a few hundred thousand innocent people don’t die tonight.”

Zim hissed. “I don’t think they deserve the chance. Let’s wipe a few more cities off the face of the planet. This small-minded stink-beast should be punished for his words. In fact, I’d like to destroy him personally.”

A few of the other leaders ran to Vice President Man’s side, trying to coax him into calming his temper, when Australian Prime Minister Man piped up. “You know, he’s right. You two little poofters are really feeling your oats. What’s to stop us from simply building more bombs or sending out a bounty hunter and finding you two little brats? That would be much easier than taking orders from a pair of rotten little poofs.”

Zim rose abruptly to his feet, about to hit the END TRANSMISSION button and blast all of the ignorant humans into oblivion when Dib held out a hand and stopped him. “No, Zim…don’t. It would be a shame to destroy the Sydney Opera house, or the Great Barrier Reef…” Dib looked directly into Australian Prime Minister Man’s eyes and growled. “…wouldn’t it, Prime Minister Man?”

There was a sudden anxiety in Australian Prime Minister Man’s eyes, and he swallowed hard, stepping back and sitting down again, lowering his gaze.

“Now, back to the matter at hand.” Dib said smoothly, an icy displeasure in his voice. “Go ahead, Zim.”

The Irken hissed, his antennae flattening against his skull. “They don’t deserve the privilege of existence, Dib—”

Dib sighed, turning to Zim and speaking softly. “Perhaps not…but they are the force that will build your fleet.”

The leaders watched the view screen anxiously, and even Vice President Man was seated, watching quietly.

Zim sighed harshly, then nodded. “Very well.” He glared into the view screen at the room full of world leaders, speaking through clenched teeth. “You have six months in which to build these craft, and they are to be staffed, armed and fully functional by that time.”

The English-speaking dignitaries gaped in absolute shock, communing frantically among themselves for a few minutes. It was French Prime Minister Man who spoke first.

“Alzough, as always, we are not wanting to participate in any type of political matters, we will put in our fair share of ze work. But seex monze is not much time, mes amis.”

Dib nodded. “We realize that. And we wouldn’t put that time limit on the process if it weren’t necessary.”

“You don’t owe them any explanations, Dib-worm.” Zim muttered low enough so only Dib would hear.

Several of the leaders began to shift uncomfortably.

Zim folded his arms over his chest. “So you have our terms.”

The world leaders communed for a few minutes before Canadian Prime Minister Man stood, looking at Vice President Man for a moment, who just waved him on irritably. Looking into the view screen, Canadian Prime Minister Man spoke steadily. “We will do everything we possibly can to meet your terms, Mr. Tallest and Mr. Dib. Is it safe to assume that you will stop the attacks in the meantime?”

Zim just glared disgustedly at Vice President Man and Australian Prime Minister Man, so it was Dib who finally spoke.

“Yes. We will monitor your progress, and there will be no further attacks.” Dib scowled along with Zim at the two other leaders. “And you two would do best to watch your step. Bigotry is a most unpleasant quality, especially in persons of your political stature.” Dib hit the END TRANSMISSION button and flopped into the chair with a heavy sigh. “Well, that was a lot more unpleasant than I thought it was going to be. Talk about killing the mood…”

Zim was still bristling, his fists clenched. “They should be destroyed for such behaviour.”

Dib sighed, removing his glasses and closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do you think I have no problem massacring my own kind?”

Zim blinked at him, then sighed, his rage slowly diminishing. He reached out and put a hand on Dib’s shoulder, squeezing firmly.

Dib placed a hand over Zim’s, holding it against his shoulder and squeezing gently, uttering a heavy sigh. “So The Massive should be here in six months?”

Zim nodded, grinning. “Without a doubt. I knew they wouldn’t be able to resist.”

Dib nodded silently, still holding Zim’s hand against his shoulder. The Irken eventually pulled away and tugged him to his feet, pushing him along towards the door. “Go and bathe, Dib-beast, while I run an errand. I will not be long, so be quick about it.”

Dib’s eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, smiling a little. “Uh, sure…did you have anything particular in mind that I should wear?” He smirked. “Or not wear?”

Zim shrugged, pushing the human towards his own quarters, then turning and walking to the elevator, looking over his shoulder. “That is up to you, human. Just be ready.”

Dib blinked at the elevator doors as they slid shut and the lift carried Zim out of sight. What devious plot could Zim be hatching this time?
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