A new alien in Skool, with another horribly done costume, it was obvious she was Irken like Zim. Yet instead of trying to assert himself against the new threat to his "mission," Dib noticed Zim was nearly afraid of the newcomer. If anything he treated her like she was superior, as if he'd tried once with this Irken and discovered the hard way she was stronger than him.

She was, in fact, far smarter in covering up her flawed disguise than he was, smarter than Zim in general it seemed. Dib had long given up on his attempts to reveal Zim to his class, so when she arrived he didn't bat an eyelid. There was no point. Was there? On the second day of the new alien's arrival, she called herself "Zet," he found himself being approached by her.

"Dib-weasel?" She addressed him from behind, causing the boy to drop part of his lunch and turn with a jump. He half expected Zim, though Zet's voice was slightly higher pitched than his in the first place. "I would like to talk."

"I could only imagine what this is about." He snapped, sitting down with what was left of his food and scooting so Zet could sit beside him, much to the disgust of every molecule of his being. "What are you going to do, zap my big head with your Ir-"

"Irken weapons and use it to learn everything about you disgusting humans?" She finished for him. He blinked a few times in surprise as she took a bite of her mashed potatoes. "No. This is about something you and I have in common, Dib-weasel...this is about Zim." Silence filled the air between the she-alien and the human. She didn't despise Zim as much as Dib, did she? Or was it something else? In his confusion, Zet managed to catch Dib's eye. The look through her contacts was clear as day. She hated that male Irken.

"All I needed to know." He smiled a little. "You aren't here to invade earth like he is, are you?"

"On the contrary, human. I am here to study the humans to see if this planet is truly fit for invasion. Though if I find the right human I may find a way to spare it. I was not a fan of Operation Impending Doom when I heard that innocent fools would die." Her tone showed a thick emotion, and he forced himself to look away. Why were his ears getting warm? "Dib-boy, I have a proposal."

"I'm not looking for any-"

"A deal, you idiot. I would never marry a worm thing like you, your head is far too big." Unlike Zim's taunts when he called Dib big-headed, the boy could sense Zet was teasing. "You assist me with learning about the human species, weapons, armada, planetary defenses. And I...assist you with a little green nuisance." A single Irken spider leg slid out of Zet's Pak and made a straight line across her throat, then turned to point at Zim, who was obliviously eating a sandwich.

"Gah-Bologna!" Zim shrieked at that moment, choking on the lettuce of his sandwich and hurling it at a wall. Dib watched for a moment and turned to the she-alien beside him, who was smiling oddly. The deal was so tempting...he slowly moved his hand and placed it before her, in which she reared back in confusion.

"What is that?!" She hissed furiously.

"Nonono! It's just a handshake!" Dib soothed, taking her hand with his free one and placing it into the hand he had offered. "See? No harm. It's how humans agree to deals or say hello or goodbye."

"A handshake." Zet stared at their interconnected hands as Dib shook slowly. "Then you have agreed to the proposal."

"Get a room." Dib shrieked as his sister sat down across from them, Gamestation in her face. "Lovebirds."

"Who is that?" Zet pointed at Gaz, disgust crossing her face. The two locked eyes long enough for Gaz to hiss and the she-alien quickly hid behind Dib.

"That, unfortunately, is my sister." He responded, scooting away from Zet enough that she fell from the booth. She stood with a huff and dusted her dress off. "She's terrifying, don't anger her."

"Did not plan on it."