"I am ZIM!"

I shifted my brown eyes from my book to look at the green demon. "We know that, space boy." I muttered.

Zim turned to glare at me, and I just rolled my eyes, smirking a little bit. "Why are you so proud of your identity?"

Zim clicked his tongue. "You poor little worm baby," Zim said, mocking a sympathetic expression.

I merely growled and forced my gaze back to my book, trying to look ignorant. It was something that I had learned from Gaz—if you ignore someone, then they shut up. And I would love if Zim would just shut up a bit right now.

Zim continued to talk as if he didn't notice I was reading. "Names are something that Irkens are very proud of, unlike you hyoomans here on this planet. It is a mark of our life. It is a mark of our superiority. It is a mark of our existence."

I sighed, and put down my book. I turned to look at Zim with a smirk etched on my face. "Oh, but Zim! Why should you be proud of your existence?"

Zim kicked me. "If I didn't exist, then your life wouldn't be a fraction as interesting as it is now. You should be grateful that someone like ZIM is in your life." He mumbled.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I quickly closed it, seeing as there wasn't anything to say. It was true. If Zim wasn't ever born, then I, Dib Membrane, wouldn't be the same.

I shuffled my feet, and Zim continued on with his rant. "I can see why hyoomans don't have so much pride in their names, though. They are definitely not superior, their lives are worth nothing, and everything else in the universe would be happy if they didn't exist."

My head snapped back up. I was about to make a retort before Zim began to talk over me.

"Well…actually MOST humans, actually. I suppose that you are worthy of being proud of your name. You don't say it often, Dib-thing. You should try it," he said, punching me lightly on the shoulder.

I cocked an eyebrow and muttered, "I am Dib." Well. That was a waste of a few seconds of my life.

Zim growled while rolling his eyes. "Louder!" he hissed.

"I am Dib." I said again, a little louder.

"Scream it!" Zim urged.

"I…am…DIB!"

Zim clapped. "Well…at least I know one thing from this, Dib-creature."

I crossed my arms. "And what's that?" I asked him.

Zim winked at me. "I know that the way you say your name obviously signifies that you yourself don't understand your superiority to those other filth-children." And with that statement hanging in the air, he left.