...something woke him up...

[zim]

Avocado Brains? A-VO-CA-DO BRAINS?!??

WHAT is this and WHY do you prod ZIM awake for THIS, smelly dirt-pig?! If you have nothing more worthwhile to say to me, ZIM, theeeen-- Leave Zim alone. Your miserable little head of filth is suffocating enough without you pestering me for nothing! Zim has no time for you and your avocado brains!

Now- Hey! HEEEYY!! Did you just fall asleep on ZIM, head-human?! YOU SHALL REGRET THIS!! ...you stupid, sleepy human.

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[controledfreak]

[Move your cursor over the little bouncing icon for a quick translation!]

[Blinks... with all three eyes.]

You certainly have an overabundance of energy.

[zim]

[Well, nothing wrong with having three eyes. At least as long as you're not human. Zim is PRETTY sure that those are supposed to only have two...]

If that is all you have to say to ZIM, you may go now! I am busy making this head-human regret!

[controledfreak]

Oh. Okay. Carry on, then.

[And don't mind as she gets comfortable to spectate.]

[charcoalfeather]

[There's a little, winged girl, complete with halo, watching as Zim visually popped a gasket.]

Uh... do you really need to shout so much?

[zim]

Shout?! ZIM is not shouting yet, wing-human!!

[Pause.]

Hey!

[Squints at. Then points at those wings. Humans don't have those!]

What are you? Some artificially created human battle drone? You aren't planning to challenge an airborne Voot Cruiser to aerial combat with those, are you?

[charcoalfeather]

A what?

[Zim just confused her by simple talking.]

Uh, I have these wings because I'm a Haibane. And no, I can't fly.

Ps: ...you make me want to rewatch Haibane Renmei btw...

[zim]

[There's a twitch in his left antennae.]

What. You have wings, yet can't fly?! How stupid is THAT? Can't you humans even get that right?

[Careful! Little, green alien is quickly getting behind you to give your wings the most critical look available.]

How... Primitive!

Dooooo iiiiit...

[charcoalfeather]

Hey!

[She spins around, keeping her wings out of Zim's reach.]

They're not for flying. They're for other things!

Like.... mysterious things.

[imadeitmyself]

[speaking of avocados, GIR is hanging out with a bowl of delicious guacamole on his head.]

Awwwwwwwwww, but your mun loooooves you, master!

[zim]

[This is a fairly repulsed shudder you get to witness, GIR. Don't say things that make his antennae itchy.]

...guuuh. That would be creepy...

[Attention up! ...a little bit, at least. He's eyeing that bowl now. Sceptically.]

Hey. What is that?! [POINTING.] GIR! Don't bring weird STUFF here!!

[imadeitmyself]

It's for the nachos!

[GIR decides that his master needs a closer look at the guacamole, so he helpfully scoops a handfull out of the bowl and waves it in Zim's face.]

They're in the oven with the cake! It's gonna be REEEEEAL GOOD!

[zim]

Cake? Nachos?! GIR!! How often do i need to tell you tha-

[WEIRD, SMELLY, GREEN STUFF IN HIS FACE!!]

GAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!

[Leaps back. Not too gracefully.]

PUT THAT AWAY!! Who KNOWS what that stuff can be used for! Where did you GET that even?!

[imadeitmyself]

It's avocados! Only you do 'em like this!

[GIR takes that handfull of guacamole and SMASHES it with his other fist, splattering guacamole all over the place. Sorry Zim, he probably got it all over your amazing face. And his own.

and no that doesn't actually explain WHERE GIR got it, he probably doesn't even remember to be honest]

[zim]

[At first, he seems curious, but then--]

GYAAAAAAAAHHH!!

[He falls over backwards, FLAILING, and trying to wipe the food out of his faaaceee. Ah, all the funny chemical reactions human food tends to have with Irken skin...]

IT BURNS! IT BUUUURRRNSS!! GIR!! HELP MEEE!

[imadeitmyself]

[Gir looks CONCERNED and ready to SPRING INTO ACTION]

OH NO! MY MASTER'S IN TROUBLE!

[GIR doesn't actually do anything useful. IN FACT, he grabs that bowl off his head and crams the whole thing into his mouth.

And then throws himself to the floor and starts screaming and flailing right next to ZIM]

[watercherub]

You're not human, are you?

[AS if it is not yet obvious.]

[zim]

Of course not!

[He manages to snort despite the apparent lack of a nose.]

In this place I have no need for my incredible human disguise!

[watercherub]

Well then, what are you doing on earth?

[The cherubim almost uses an authoritative tone. Though she needs to soon realize this place is a mix of many different realities.]

[zim]

Right now? I AM STUCK IN THIS MEAT-PERSON'S FILTHY HEAD!!

[You can try, but no authorative tone has ever worked on Zim.]

[watercherub]

I believe he's called a human.

[Eyes as cold as the ocean itself.] isn't there a way for you to leave? What are your intentions?

[zim]

Human, yes, as I said!!

[POIIIINTS right in your face.]

And you will not get any information out of ZIM! My mission is TOP SECRET!

[watercherub]

If you say so.

[That pointing wrinkles her eyebrows a bit.]

I hope those plans don't involve humans.

[zim]

What if they do?

[He takes his hand down, but keeps glaring UP at you.]

[watercherub]

Then I'm sorry, I cannot allow that.

[She looks at him very seriously.]

[zim]

Well. Luckily you are in no position to order ZIM around.

[He ignores you.]

[watercherub]

Perhaps...!

[She waved her fingers slightly, and a sudden gush of water hit Zim from behind]