What be up, my good friends? I give you more of my mindless word-vomit.

I was unable to do much without worsening my headache. I tried to talk, but I couldn't really tell if my mouth was working right. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't see or hear anything…. I realized I wasn't breathing. I didn't need to. It was like I was asleep, only without even realizing it. This was too weird. I had to think. What was the last thing that I could remember? Falling… no, being lowered into… into… water? Warm, thick, liquid… what?

"If I only had a brain that didn't run solely on toothpaste… 'Cause now I can only think minty-minty-freshness thoughts!"

-Me

Yes, I quote myself

Shut up

"Computer?" I groaned.

"What?" It whined back.

"Isn't there anything you can do to reverse th-"

"No, Master. There isn't." I massaged my temples in frustration. "I've been telling you this for over seven hours now. He's starting to regain consciousness."

"Do something to keep him inactive. Reroute some Earth-music into his brainwaves or something."

"Synchronizing brainwaves with sound waves." I collapsed into a chair in front a control panel and spun it around with one leg, letting my eyes close for the moment so I could think.

"Can I listen too?" I breathed. I always had been fond of some of the human entertainment. Just moments later, hidden speakers boomed around the whole base.

BEAT ME UP.

BEAT ME DOWN.

MESS ME UP,

BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION.

My world began to throb. It was as if I was shouting out of every pore. I felt like I was being torn apart.

FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH,

I'D DO IT AGAIN.

WITH NO CONSEQUENCE,

I WILL DO IT AGAIN.

This was one of my favorite pastimes on this pitiful planet. The blasting music was the perfect balance between violence and sound.

HARD UP,

SO, HUNT ME DOWN.

DOWN.

DOWN.

My eyes popped open, along with my mouth. My spine arched. My body stretched to its fullest potential. The music filled me to the point of being all that I was aware of. I let it take full control of me.

JUMP THE GUN,

BUST A CAP,

HIT THE GROUND.

I mouthed the oh-so-familiar words. This always made me feel much better, no matter what was going on.

YO. YO. YO. WORD.

MY TENDANCY'S NEVER RETURNED.

RECEIVED LIKE A BIG FAT JERK.

I'VE BEEN SILLY, BUT NOT ABSURD.

I screamed. At least, I think I did. It was like I was dying; only it felt good. My pulse increased. I felt it pound inside me with the blasting music.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT I HEARD.

TELL YA THOUGHTS THAT MOST IMPURE.

SO EVERYTHING'S SPLENDID, SURE.

I JUST HERE TO INJURE.

I jumped up almost automatically. The thud of GIR falling down the elevator shaft was drowned out by the music.

"Yay! We dancin'!" he screeched. GIR always enjoyed it when I let him listen to music, let alone when I started it.

ON THE FENCE.

THE CONSEQUENCE.

WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT?

I don't think I'd ever heard the song before, but it seemed to swell from inside my very core, as if it was mine, my thoughts, my voice, my power.

ON THE TRACK,

AHEAD IN THE BACK,

WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT?

Once GIR started to sing along, I couldn't help it, I joined in. Screaming until it hurt to breathe.

BEAT ME UP.

BEAT ME DOWN.

MESS ME UP,

BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION.

I felt like I was going to explode if I held still for much longer. My heart was bursting inside of my ribcage. The pure adrenaline was enough to make anyone scream.

FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH,

I'D DO IT AGAIN.

WITH NO CONSEQUENCE,

I WILL DO IT AGAIN.

I ran out of breath steadily, but I couldn't stop. Everything started to mix together, but I couldn't stop. There was nothing I could do.

HARD UP,

SO, HUNT ME DOWN.

DOWN.

DOWN.

My head was pounding. It was too loud. The mere pressure of the sound was bone-crushing.

JUMP THE GUN,

BUST A CAP,

HIT THE GROUND.

I was still screaming. Every scrap of energy I had was bursting from me, and then some. I couldn't take much more. I let myself fall to the ground, panting.

YO. YO. YO. WORD.

MY TENDANCY'S NEVER RETURNED.

RECEIVED LIKE A BIG FAT JERK.

I'VE BEEN SILLY, BUT NOT ABSURD.

I choked and felt a bit of hot, metallic-tasting liquid creep up through my throat.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT I HEARD.

TELL YA THOUGHTS THAT MOST IMPURE.

SO EVERYTHING'S SPLENDID, SURE.

I JUST HERE TO INJURE.

"Master?"

ON THE FENCE.

THE CONSEQUENCE.

WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT?

My spine cracked with the loud blast of the music.

ON THE TRACK.

AHEAD OF THE PACK.

WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT?

"Master!?"

I'M QUITE DEPRESSED.

I'M QUITE A MESS.

I felt myself throw up. I cried out in the strange liquid I was suspended in, just before I passed out.

HEY, SOMEONE TO STAB IN THE BACK.

HEY, SOMEONE TO FALL THROUGH THE CRACK.

HEY, SOMEONE TO PUNCH IN THE FACE.

HEY, SOMEONE TO FALL THROUGH THE CRACK.

The music quieted slightly, and I felt a surge of electricity restore my energy. I sprang to my feet. "What?"

"Master! The human has lost consciousness. The health scan you asked for shows that he is not well."

"Not well?" I asked.

"His body temperature is dropping, brain functions are at a minimum, and pulse is steadily growing faint…. He is not well."

"What? Computer, take me to the medical containment wing." I rubbed my temples again as the floor raised up until I was completely below the surface.

WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE.

I fell onto a cold, flat surface. My entire body ached.

WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE.

I finally regained my composure and looked at the human sprawled on the floor a few feet in front of me. "Disgusting." I hissed, turning the human over with one metallic spider leg and cradling his head with another.

WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE.

I cracked one eye open, but I couldn't see anything.

WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE.

"Computer, run medical scan again."

"Fine." The machines around the room whirred.

WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE.

I heard a voice, a familiar voice. I opened my mouth and took a shaky breath. "Zim?" I breathed, the name stinging my throat horribly.

WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE.

I jumped when I heard my name, dropping the boy. It took me a moment to realize where it had come from. It seemed so strange, the Dib hadn't seemed like he could move, let alone talk. His head hit the ground with a thud.

WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE.

"Ow…" I blacked out again, or maybe I was just tired enough to think that I did.

WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE.

"Medical scan complete. He's unconscious again."

"Ah!" I yelped. The human had spit out a strange, dark liquid when his head hit the floor. "What?"

"Well, he is still technically alive. He has a bit of a virus in his system. He is suffering from malnutrition and severe stress. Also, he seems to be in the middle of his species metamorphoses."

"Meta-what now?"

JUMP THE GUN,

BUST A CAP,

HIT THE GROUND.

YO. YO. YO. WORD.

MY TENDANCY'S NEVER RETURNED.

RECEIVED LIKE A BIG FAT JERK.

I'VE BEEN SILLY, BUT NOT ABSURD.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT I HEARD.

TELL YA THOUGHTS THAT MOST IMPURE.

SO EVERYTHING'S SPLENDID, SURE.

I JUST HERE TO INJURE.

ON THE FENCE.

THE CONSEQUENCE.

WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT?

ON THE TRACK,

AHEAD IN THE BACK,

WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT?

I'M QUITE DEPRESSED.

I'M QUITE A MESS.

A weird chapter, I know…. I'll update soon, I promise! "What Do They Know?" belongs to Mindless Self Indulgence. I usually detest songfics, but here I am practically writing one. Fear irony. Reviews are excellent. I know I'm sort of stringing you guys along as to what is going on, but most of your questions will be answered/weaseled out of in the next chapter.