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The wind left Dib’s lungs after the kick. He was pushed back a good half a foot. His face stung and the cuts from Zim’s scratching bled. But he was determination personified, “NEVER!!”
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With that minor success, ZIM scrambled back onto their feet, their PAK whirring from overwork. The IRKEN hissed at Dib as he frantically reached for a lunch tray. ZIM’s intentions were clear, and he flung the food filled tray at his enemy, hoping to induce a food fight out of the others kids. The spat could potentially help him escape, maybe.
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