awww, you guys don't hate meee!! ^__^ now i'm all happy and stuff... snif... of course, my incessant sniffling could also be due to allergies... _X... ick on pollen.. rahh... and I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE Zim will be back to his former male self, his girlish figure was required for certain plot twists you should all be able to see coming! I wuv you anywaayyy! Yee! ANYway, on with the chapter in which Happy Noodle Boy makes a strange guest appearance! (sorta)... also i've been gone for two weeks straight, and now band camp is starting. (full-day starting thurs and all next week) so i might not have as much time, cause after camp comes that dread horror... skooool... *shudder twitch twitch* HOW could summer pass so quick! it ain't faiiir... waaah..
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They met back in the living room, Dib pulling his trenchcoat on dubiously. "It's a good thing it's the middle of fall or I might roast to death," he grumbled, inspecting the long sleeves of Zim's shirt.
"Yeah, and it isn't winter so I'm safe from the cold," Zim added, looking at her bare green skin above her gloves. "So where exactly are we going for dinner?"
"Anywhere but Bloaty's," Dib replied, making a face. "Pizza is good, but when you eat it at least once a day you get kind of sick of it."
"What if we just went wandering around and decided that way?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Okay then! Let's go!" Zim grinned as she took Dib's hand and pulled him out the door. "If we get takeout we can have a picnic."
"Takeout? Where could we get decent takeout?" Dib wondered aloud, then grinned. "I have just the place." He took the lead, in a sense. They stayed side by side, walking briskly down the sidewalk, but Dib guided them on their path. He grinned. "Ever had Chinese food before?" he asked, beaming at Zim.
"Chai-neez? What is this... chai-neez?" she asked, blinking at him.
"Not chai-neez, Chinese. It's really good, from Asia. There's a neat little restaurant downtown, and if you get takeout they give it to you in these neat little boxes," Dib explained. "Real Chinese people eat it with chopsticks, but if you don't know how to use them, you can ask for a fork."
"Oh, okay," Zim replied, trying to act like she understood when all this really just left her in the dark.
"Look, there it is!" Dib said excitedly, pointing to a large building topped with a big pink pig holding chopsticks.
"...Interesting..." Zim said, pausing to look at the pig. Dib kept walking though, and she looked around to see his trenchcoat disappearing into the restaurant. With a little squeak of surprise, she ran to catch up. "It isn't nice to leave a lady behind," she scolded playfully, grinning at him.
"Lady? Where?" he teased, smiling back. She stuck her tongue out at him, and he caught it in one hand.
"Mehh! Yemme go!" she squeaked, and he did, catching her around the waist and pulling her closer to him.
"Don't tempt me so, you little demon," he reproved softly, kissing her on the forehead before letting her go. "One advantage of chasing you all those years is that my reflexes have gotten better."
"Don't I know it," she replied, grinning back ruefully.
"Heddo? Can I take you odah?" a small man behind the counter asked.
"Oh, sure," Dib said, smiling as he released her. "I'll have the takeout chicken chow mein... how about you?"
"Umm... I'll have the same!" Zim said, figuring that if Dib was eating it it was probably okay. Better than skool food anyway.
"Ookaydokay!" the Chinese man said, and scurried off to place their orders with the chef.
"Dib? What's chow mein?" Zim asked quietly, blinking confusedly.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you never had Chinese before! It's basically chicken pieces and noodles and vegetables, and it usually comes with rice. Rice is good," Dib said, licking his lips.
"Hmm... I shall try this... /rice/ stuff, and since you like it so much, it must be good," she said, nodding as if this was the most important thing ever said. Dib couldn't help himself; he started laughing at her complete seriousness. She raised a nonexistant eyebrow at him. "What's so funny?"
"Just... just you..." Dib managed to get out, choking back his laughter. He grinned at her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You're really funny when you do that, just part of the reason I love ya so much." He was somehow pleased when she flushed pink. "You're really pretty, too, when you get all blushy and stuff," he added, grinning even wider as she blushed again.
"Flatterer!" she said, putting a finger on his lips to shush him.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear alien," he replied, kissing it.
"Hee you go!" said the little man, returning with two little white boxes. Dib paid for them, Zim protesting that she should pay her share.
"Nah, lunch is on me if I get to pick where we have our picnic, okay?" Dib said.
"Well... fine then, if you want to," Zim replied, shrugging. Dib smiled.
"Great," he said, taking her hand as he walked out, boxes in one hand by the handle. "Come on, I know the perfect place."
"You planned that, didn't you," she said, pretending to be exasperated.
"Yup!" Dib said, grinning back at her. "But you don't mind, so come on." She smiled and shook her head, following him willingly. He led her to the park, Zim wincing as she remembered how close she had come to ending it all with a laser when she'd found out her mission was a hoax. It was still kind of hard to believe that Dib loved her so completely; she'd never had that kind of devotion from anyone before. Gir didn't really count because he was a robot and preferred the Scary Monkey show and brainfreezies to obeying her. He stopped abruptly, and she looked around.
"Is this where we're having our picnic?" she asked, looking at the grass.
"No, but I want it to be a surprise. Here, hold these," he said, handing the takeout boxes to her. "You just have to trust me for a few minutes, okay?" She nodded, and he went around behind her and put a hand over her eyes. "No peeking now," he admonished playfully, taking her free hand in his and guiding her on. There was a rustling sort of sound, then he stopped her and took away his hand. "You can open them now," he said, excitement evident in his voice. She did, and gasped slightly. They were inside the trailing branches of a weeping willow, the tree so old it had many many branches, all thickly covered in leaves that were still green, hiding much of the outside world from view.
"It's... beautiful..." she murmured, turning in a circle to see the sunlight flashing in the tiny gaps and the endless-looking sea of grass beyond.
"I thought you might like it," Dib said, pleased. "Shall we eat?" He spread out his trenchcoat on the grass for them to sit on, and they opened their boxes.
"What're these little sticks?" Zim asked, picking up the chopsticks.
"Those're chopsticks. Here, I'll help you," Dib replied, putting her fingers on the sticks properly. Taking up his own sticks, he showed her how to open and close them. "See? Just like that," he said, grinning at Zim, who had managed to pick up some rice. She promptly dropped it however. Dib just grinned. "I did that a lot when I was first learning."
"When did you learn?" she asked, trying to pick up some more rice and failing.
"I don't really remember. I was fairly little, I think about four? My Mom taught me, we used to order takeout all the time when she was alive," he said, sticking a mouthful of rice in and chewing it broodingly.
"What was she like?" she asked softly.
"She was wonderful," Dib said, swallowing the rice. "She died when I was six, but I remember her really well. She had long purple hair, it looked kind of like Gaz's, and these bright amber eyes that were always laughing. She was really into the paranormal, come to think of it, that's probably where I picked it up. We used to lie on the roof together and she's point out the constellations. Sometimes she'd make up stories about the people who lived on the planets around the stars. There were the friendly but stupid Gasqueegasplorches, the child-like Nhar-Ghok, and her favorites, the Nekris."
Zim's chopsticks fell to the ground as she stared at him, wide eyed. "H-how? How..?" she whispered, not blinking.
"Z? What's wrong?" Dib asked, looking up at her.
"Those are real species! The first two anyway! What... how did.. what did these Nekris look like in her stories?" Zim asked, still staring at him.
"W-what?! They're real?" Dib yelped. "The Nekris were green, and had big colorful eyes and black antennae and... and..." His eyes widened even more. "Come to think of it, they looked just like you!"
"Nekri, Irken!" Zim gasped. "But how did she know?!"
"I... I don't know! She's always told me those stories, ever since I was a baby... I just thought they were pretend, so I forgot about them, but..." he stuttered.
"I wish your mother was alive," she said softly. "Then we could ask."
"Wow... I can't believe it..." he whispered. "Well... there isn't much we can do about it, so.. so let's finish our lunch."
"Yeah, after all, it might just be coincidence," she said, smiling. Neither of them really believed that, but it was okay to pretend. They continued to eat their lunch, chitchatting idly about skool, the tree, and other stuff. About halfway through her meal, Zim threw the chopsticks to the ground, and picked up her plastic fork instead. After lunch was over, they began to pick up their trash.
"Is it just me, or has it gotten awfully dark?" Dib asked, looking up at the sky through the branches. He was answered with a splatter of water dropping onto his glasses. "It's going to rain!" he said.
"Oh dear, oh dear," Zim fretted, cringing away from the sky.
"Here," Dib said, scooping up his trenchcoat. "You can use this like an umbrella when we make a run for your house." He draped it over her, and it covered her almost completely. "You ready?" he asked. Zim nodded. "Okay, let's go!" he said, running out into the rain.
"Wait for mee!" she called, running after and making sure she kept a tight hold on the trenchcoat. Dib started laughing, his arms out like he was pretending he was an airplane, running in circles. Zim caught up to him, and began laughing too; he looked so silly!
"You laughing at me?" asked Dib playfully, coming up from behind her and wrapping her in his arms.
"Yes, yes I am!" she said, grinning at him in challenge. "What're you going to do about it?"
"This!" he said, picking her up and spinning her around. "Would the lady like to hitch a ride?"
"Aii.." she replied, dizzy.
"Good!" he said, lifting her up onto his back. "Here we go a-piggyback, hold on tight!" Zim did so, and Dib took off running, the two of them laughing like they were high the whole way. Neither of them saw the purple garbed figure underneath a big purple umbrella, watching them and holding the leash of a bright green dog. Gaz smiled, and dragged Gir off to her house.
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"Whew, that was fun!" Dib said, clad in just a towel as his clothes were being dried.
"Yeah, it was. We should really do that more often," Zim replied, cuddling up next to him. She still had her clothes on mostly, thanks to Dib's trenchcoat. She had her gloves and boots in the dryer though - they had gotten a bit wet. She was just thankful that after her first horrific encounter with water, she'd gotten waterproof versions of the Irken standard issue. She frowned slightly, and Dib noticed.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Nothing, I was just thinking... I'm not really an Invader anymore, so I don't have to wear the uniform. I'm thinking it's time to get some new clothes," she said thoughtfully. (whew, that's a lotta thinks!)
"You want to go shopping?" Dib asked.
"Later. Right now I just want to be with you," she said, snuggling against him.
"That's fine with me," he replied, drawing her close and kissing the top of her smooth green head. Zim made a little purry noise, making Dib smile. "You're my lil kitty cat, huh?" he said softly.
"Meow," was her reply.
"Kitty cat want to be petted?" he asked in one of those silly pet voices. Another meow from Zim. Dib smiled at her, reaching one hand up to stroke her antennae. He grinned as she shivered slightly, purring again. He slid his fingers lightly down one, tracing the feminine curl at the end. The purring got a little faster. Using his index finger and thumb, he massaged gently down the length of the other and was rewarded with a shiver as her hold on him tightened. She pulled her head away, her bright crimson eyes meeting his with pleasure and almost pain.
"I don't mean to sound harsh, but can you please keep the touches light on my antennae? They're very... um... sensory oriented, if you catch my drift," she said, smiling weakly.
"Oh, okay. Maybe after we go shopping?" he asked, eyes twinkling. She grinned back.
"Sure. After shopping," she said, kissing him lightly. A little ding sounded from above. "Clothes are ready," she observed, as his clothes were dropped in a heap from the ceiling all nice and dry and fluffy. She put a hand over her eyes and shut them as Dib got dressed, only sneaking a peek through her fingers twice.
"Ready?" he asked, pulling his trenchcoat on and offering her his arm.
"Ready," she replied, looping her arm through his. A robot arm brought her her wallet. "Thank you," she said, accepting it.
"Cheeese..." the computer replied. Zim looked up at it oddly. "Beware, for the fish lickers will come and sacrifice your ketchupy penguins to the mushroom stick!" it yelled.
"Must need a new AI brain," she said, blinking. Dib smothered a laugh, and they headed off to the mall. As the door shut, they could still hear the computer preaching nonsense to the multitudes. Well, not multitudes, as there wasn't anyone home anymore. The computer seemed to notice this, or rather, we think it did...
"Hark! The beef minions have been eaten by the hobo kumquats! Who now, smelly monkey, brings the giant potato's pink giraffe hither?" it shouted, then was silent.
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Teehee... :3 i love the Happy Noodle Boy! He makes such good sense! ^-^ Nonsense is good sense, very good indeed. Do I do a passable Noodle Boy? I've never read any of the comics (awww...) but i've heard about him a great deal! Especially from that story where Dib was possessed by the goldfish ghost! Eh... I don't remember who wrote it... but it was good!! ^_^ I laughed a lot... Poor Dibbu! Yeeheehee... sorry it's kinda short, been away a lot and lacking of inspiration.. i'm poking through the older archives of fics to find some... o0; wheeee... CLOTHES! leave me some suggestions for possible outfits! PLEEEASE! i am so happy nobody really hates me though! .^-^. i soo happy... INDIVIDDIE NOTES! WHEE!!
PRHG: Heehee... ^_^ Pur-kun is so funny! aww... i'd be skeered too... ^_^
Moonlady: FWAHAHA! Flight of the Navigator will take over the world with its coolness!! either that or Zim, whichever comes first... bwahaa...
Rylyn: Aww, it's okay.. had me worried tho!! :p oh well, is all okii now! Yay! That IS kind of a weird coincidence... or is it?! o.o;;
Parker: Fwweeeee! :] yeah, tis muy cuteness! i'll draw a piccha sometime when i'm not so darn lazy... heehee...
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They met back in the living room, Dib pulling his trenchcoat on dubiously. "It's a good thing it's the middle of fall or I might roast to death," he grumbled, inspecting the long sleeves of Zim's shirt.
"Yeah, and it isn't winter so I'm safe from the cold," Zim added, looking at her bare green skin above her gloves. "So where exactly are we going for dinner?"
"Anywhere but Bloaty's," Dib replied, making a face. "Pizza is good, but when you eat it at least once a day you get kind of sick of it."
"What if we just went wandering around and decided that way?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Okay then! Let's go!" Zim grinned as she took Dib's hand and pulled him out the door. "If we get takeout we can have a picnic."
"Takeout? Where could we get decent takeout?" Dib wondered aloud, then grinned. "I have just the place." He took the lead, in a sense. They stayed side by side, walking briskly down the sidewalk, but Dib guided them on their path. He grinned. "Ever had Chinese food before?" he asked, beaming at Zim.
"Chai-neez? What is this... chai-neez?" she asked, blinking at him.
"Not chai-neez, Chinese. It's really good, from Asia. There's a neat little restaurant downtown, and if you get takeout they give it to you in these neat little boxes," Dib explained. "Real Chinese people eat it with chopsticks, but if you don't know how to use them, you can ask for a fork."
"Oh, okay," Zim replied, trying to act like she understood when all this really just left her in the dark.
"Look, there it is!" Dib said excitedly, pointing to a large building topped with a big pink pig holding chopsticks.
"...Interesting..." Zim said, pausing to look at the pig. Dib kept walking though, and she looked around to see his trenchcoat disappearing into the restaurant. With a little squeak of surprise, she ran to catch up. "It isn't nice to leave a lady behind," she scolded playfully, grinning at him.
"Lady? Where?" he teased, smiling back. She stuck her tongue out at him, and he caught it in one hand.
"Mehh! Yemme go!" she squeaked, and he did, catching her around the waist and pulling her closer to him.
"Don't tempt me so, you little demon," he reproved softly, kissing her on the forehead before letting her go. "One advantage of chasing you all those years is that my reflexes have gotten better."
"Don't I know it," she replied, grinning back ruefully.
"Heddo? Can I take you odah?" a small man behind the counter asked.
"Oh, sure," Dib said, smiling as he released her. "I'll have the takeout chicken chow mein... how about you?"
"Umm... I'll have the same!" Zim said, figuring that if Dib was eating it it was probably okay. Better than skool food anyway.
"Ookaydokay!" the Chinese man said, and scurried off to place their orders with the chef.
"Dib? What's chow mein?" Zim asked quietly, blinking confusedly.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you never had Chinese before! It's basically chicken pieces and noodles and vegetables, and it usually comes with rice. Rice is good," Dib said, licking his lips.
"Hmm... I shall try this... /rice/ stuff, and since you like it so much, it must be good," she said, nodding as if this was the most important thing ever said. Dib couldn't help himself; he started laughing at her complete seriousness. She raised a nonexistant eyebrow at him. "What's so funny?"
"Just... just you..." Dib managed to get out, choking back his laughter. He grinned at her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You're really funny when you do that, just part of the reason I love ya so much." He was somehow pleased when she flushed pink. "You're really pretty, too, when you get all blushy and stuff," he added, grinning even wider as she blushed again.
"Flatterer!" she said, putting a finger on his lips to shush him.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear alien," he replied, kissing it.
"Hee you go!" said the little man, returning with two little white boxes. Dib paid for them, Zim protesting that she should pay her share.
"Nah, lunch is on me if I get to pick where we have our picnic, okay?" Dib said.
"Well... fine then, if you want to," Zim replied, shrugging. Dib smiled.
"Great," he said, taking her hand as he walked out, boxes in one hand by the handle. "Come on, I know the perfect place."
"You planned that, didn't you," she said, pretending to be exasperated.
"Yup!" Dib said, grinning back at her. "But you don't mind, so come on." She smiled and shook her head, following him willingly. He led her to the park, Zim wincing as she remembered how close she had come to ending it all with a laser when she'd found out her mission was a hoax. It was still kind of hard to believe that Dib loved her so completely; she'd never had that kind of devotion from anyone before. Gir didn't really count because he was a robot and preferred the Scary Monkey show and brainfreezies to obeying her. He stopped abruptly, and she looked around.
"Is this where we're having our picnic?" she asked, looking at the grass.
"No, but I want it to be a surprise. Here, hold these," he said, handing the takeout boxes to her. "You just have to trust me for a few minutes, okay?" She nodded, and he went around behind her and put a hand over her eyes. "No peeking now," he admonished playfully, taking her free hand in his and guiding her on. There was a rustling sort of sound, then he stopped her and took away his hand. "You can open them now," he said, excitement evident in his voice. She did, and gasped slightly. They were inside the trailing branches of a weeping willow, the tree so old it had many many branches, all thickly covered in leaves that were still green, hiding much of the outside world from view.
"It's... beautiful..." she murmured, turning in a circle to see the sunlight flashing in the tiny gaps and the endless-looking sea of grass beyond.
"I thought you might like it," Dib said, pleased. "Shall we eat?" He spread out his trenchcoat on the grass for them to sit on, and they opened their boxes.
"What're these little sticks?" Zim asked, picking up the chopsticks.
"Those're chopsticks. Here, I'll help you," Dib replied, putting her fingers on the sticks properly. Taking up his own sticks, he showed her how to open and close them. "See? Just like that," he said, grinning at Zim, who had managed to pick up some rice. She promptly dropped it however. Dib just grinned. "I did that a lot when I was first learning."
"When did you learn?" she asked, trying to pick up some more rice and failing.
"I don't really remember. I was fairly little, I think about four? My Mom taught me, we used to order takeout all the time when she was alive," he said, sticking a mouthful of rice in and chewing it broodingly.
"What was she like?" she asked softly.
"She was wonderful," Dib said, swallowing the rice. "She died when I was six, but I remember her really well. She had long purple hair, it looked kind of like Gaz's, and these bright amber eyes that were always laughing. She was really into the paranormal, come to think of it, that's probably where I picked it up. We used to lie on the roof together and she's point out the constellations. Sometimes she'd make up stories about the people who lived on the planets around the stars. There were the friendly but stupid Gasqueegasplorches, the child-like Nhar-Ghok, and her favorites, the Nekris."
Zim's chopsticks fell to the ground as she stared at him, wide eyed. "H-how? How..?" she whispered, not blinking.
"Z? What's wrong?" Dib asked, looking up at her.
"Those are real species! The first two anyway! What... how did.. what did these Nekris look like in her stories?" Zim asked, still staring at him.
"W-what?! They're real?" Dib yelped. "The Nekris were green, and had big colorful eyes and black antennae and... and..." His eyes widened even more. "Come to think of it, they looked just like you!"
"Nekri, Irken!" Zim gasped. "But how did she know?!"
"I... I don't know! She's always told me those stories, ever since I was a baby... I just thought they were pretend, so I forgot about them, but..." he stuttered.
"I wish your mother was alive," she said softly. "Then we could ask."
"Wow... I can't believe it..." he whispered. "Well... there isn't much we can do about it, so.. so let's finish our lunch."
"Yeah, after all, it might just be coincidence," she said, smiling. Neither of them really believed that, but it was okay to pretend. They continued to eat their lunch, chitchatting idly about skool, the tree, and other stuff. About halfway through her meal, Zim threw the chopsticks to the ground, and picked up her plastic fork instead. After lunch was over, they began to pick up their trash.
"Is it just me, or has it gotten awfully dark?" Dib asked, looking up at the sky through the branches. He was answered with a splatter of water dropping onto his glasses. "It's going to rain!" he said.
"Oh dear, oh dear," Zim fretted, cringing away from the sky.
"Here," Dib said, scooping up his trenchcoat. "You can use this like an umbrella when we make a run for your house." He draped it over her, and it covered her almost completely. "You ready?" he asked. Zim nodded. "Okay, let's go!" he said, running out into the rain.
"Wait for mee!" she called, running after and making sure she kept a tight hold on the trenchcoat. Dib started laughing, his arms out like he was pretending he was an airplane, running in circles. Zim caught up to him, and began laughing too; he looked so silly!
"You laughing at me?" asked Dib playfully, coming up from behind her and wrapping her in his arms.
"Yes, yes I am!" she said, grinning at him in challenge. "What're you going to do about it?"
"This!" he said, picking her up and spinning her around. "Would the lady like to hitch a ride?"
"Aii.." she replied, dizzy.
"Good!" he said, lifting her up onto his back. "Here we go a-piggyback, hold on tight!" Zim did so, and Dib took off running, the two of them laughing like they were high the whole way. Neither of them saw the purple garbed figure underneath a big purple umbrella, watching them and holding the leash of a bright green dog. Gaz smiled, and dragged Gir off to her house.
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"Whew, that was fun!" Dib said, clad in just a towel as his clothes were being dried.
"Yeah, it was. We should really do that more often," Zim replied, cuddling up next to him. She still had her clothes on mostly, thanks to Dib's trenchcoat. She had her gloves and boots in the dryer though - they had gotten a bit wet. She was just thankful that after her first horrific encounter with water, she'd gotten waterproof versions of the Irken standard issue. She frowned slightly, and Dib noticed.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Nothing, I was just thinking... I'm not really an Invader anymore, so I don't have to wear the uniform. I'm thinking it's time to get some new clothes," she said thoughtfully. (whew, that's a lotta thinks!)
"You want to go shopping?" Dib asked.
"Later. Right now I just want to be with you," she said, snuggling against him.
"That's fine with me," he replied, drawing her close and kissing the top of her smooth green head. Zim made a little purry noise, making Dib smile. "You're my lil kitty cat, huh?" he said softly.
"Meow," was her reply.
"Kitty cat want to be petted?" he asked in one of those silly pet voices. Another meow from Zim. Dib smiled at her, reaching one hand up to stroke her antennae. He grinned as she shivered slightly, purring again. He slid his fingers lightly down one, tracing the feminine curl at the end. The purring got a little faster. Using his index finger and thumb, he massaged gently down the length of the other and was rewarded with a shiver as her hold on him tightened. She pulled her head away, her bright crimson eyes meeting his with pleasure and almost pain.
"I don't mean to sound harsh, but can you please keep the touches light on my antennae? They're very... um... sensory oriented, if you catch my drift," she said, smiling weakly.
"Oh, okay. Maybe after we go shopping?" he asked, eyes twinkling. She grinned back.
"Sure. After shopping," she said, kissing him lightly. A little ding sounded from above. "Clothes are ready," she observed, as his clothes were dropped in a heap from the ceiling all nice and dry and fluffy. She put a hand over her eyes and shut them as Dib got dressed, only sneaking a peek through her fingers twice.
"Ready?" he asked, pulling his trenchcoat on and offering her his arm.
"Ready," she replied, looping her arm through his. A robot arm brought her her wallet. "Thank you," she said, accepting it.
"Cheeese..." the computer replied. Zim looked up at it oddly. "Beware, for the fish lickers will come and sacrifice your ketchupy penguins to the mushroom stick!" it yelled.
"Must need a new AI brain," she said, blinking. Dib smothered a laugh, and they headed off to the mall. As the door shut, they could still hear the computer preaching nonsense to the multitudes. Well, not multitudes, as there wasn't anyone home anymore. The computer seemed to notice this, or rather, we think it did...
"Hark! The beef minions have been eaten by the hobo kumquats! Who now, smelly monkey, brings the giant potato's pink giraffe hither?" it shouted, then was silent.
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Teehee... :3 i love the Happy Noodle Boy! He makes such good sense! ^-^ Nonsense is good sense, very good indeed. Do I do a passable Noodle Boy? I've never read any of the comics (awww...) but i've heard about him a great deal! Especially from that story where Dib was possessed by the goldfish ghost! Eh... I don't remember who wrote it... but it was good!! ^_^ I laughed a lot... Poor Dibbu! Yeeheehee... sorry it's kinda short, been away a lot and lacking of inspiration.. i'm poking through the older archives of fics to find some... o0; wheeee... CLOTHES! leave me some suggestions for possible outfits! PLEEEASE! i am so happy nobody really hates me though! .^-^. i soo happy... INDIVIDDIE NOTES! WHEE!!
PRHG: Heehee... ^_^ Pur-kun is so funny! aww... i'd be skeered too... ^_^
Moonlady: FWAHAHA! Flight of the Navigator will take over the world with its coolness!! either that or Zim, whichever comes first... bwahaa...
Rylyn: Aww, it's okay.. had me worried tho!! :p oh well, is all okii now! Yay! That IS kind of a weird coincidence... or is it?! o.o;;
Parker: Fwweeeee! :] yeah, tis muy cuteness! i'll draw a piccha sometime when i'm not so darn lazy... heehee...