A match made in...?

[tricksandmischief]

Honestly, mun? I thought that we had an understanding but you are being very difficult right now.

Firstly you send me against my will to a prison where I am stripped of almost every power I have and now you want me to have to deal with a so-called warden who is... I do not even know how to describe him. But this one named Chris D'Amico is certainly not suitable to lead me down any path of redemption. You should rethink what amuses you.

Oh, and that 'icon' is not amusing at all.

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[spaceroach]

... Then what's up with your hair?

[tricksandmischief]

Illusions.

[spaceroach]

... What?

[tricksandmischief]

Like so.

[Except he doesn't change his hair. A grand helmet appears on his head.]

[spaceroach]

[There is no magic on Irk.

So it looks like Zim's brain pretty much just cracked in half]

WHAT?!

[tricksandmischief]

[Loki grins.]

Are you impressed?

[spaceroach]

WHAT DID YOU DO!?

[no really he's freaking the fuck out he doesn't like things he can't understand.

Explains why he's so angry all the time]

[tricksandmischief]

An illusion, as I said.

I am a god, after all... I can do anything I want.

[spaceroach]

THOSE ARE MADE UP! HUMANS MADE THEM UP LIKE THEY MADE UP SASQUATCH!

YOU'RE LYING!

[Amazingly, he's actually managing to get louder. Those vocal cords are made of some tough shit]

[tricksandmischief]

Oh, I am very real, I assure you.

[spaceroach]

I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, PRETEND WIZARD HUMAN!

[tricksandmischief]

I am not a mere wizard and your disbelief does not make it untrue.

[spaceroach]

I say it's not true so it's NOT TRUE. MY LOGIC IS INFALLIBLE!

[loki just pick this up and put it in the dumpster with his kind]

[tricksandmischief]

And what of your own eyes?

[spaceroach]

YOU'RE JUST LYING TO ME WITH MAGIC!

[Which is a pretty damn good description of an illusion to be honest, but this fact goes flying over Zim's head]

[tricksandmischief]

[Loki chuckles.]

I suppose you could say that.

[He waves the armour away and now looks like a lady, just to mess with his mind more.]

[spaceroach]

....

You uh.

...

You got something.

On your chest.

[tricksandmischief]

['She' glances down, smirks.]

So I do...

[spaceroach]

..........

Why?

[tricksandmischief]

Do you not like it?

[spaceroach]

NO! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!

[Zim doesn't even know if he has genitals, and NO ONE on Irk has tits, he's so confused}

[tricksandmischief]

Perhaps this is better.

[And now he looks again more like himself - except his skin is blue and his eyes are bright red.]

[spaceroach]

Well now you look kind of dead.

[tricksandmischief]

This is my true form. This is not an illusion.

[spaceroach]

.............

That doesn't look like a good color for a human.

I know, I think I shot a wad of hamburger into ones throat once.

He looked just like that.

...

But fat.

Are you sure you're not a zombie?