Dib Membrane was going to catch him in the act.

What act? Well, the act of... being. The act of living, surviving, breathing. The act of being entirely fact, and nothing of fiction. The Paranormal Investigator had poured his blood, sweat, and tears into this newest creation, and it was going to succeed even if it was going to kill him. The young occultist propelled himself from the workbench to his computer and booted the system up. He typed erratically on the loud keyboard, and pressed enter with a satisfying 'click'.

The young man waited anxiously as he watched the screen turn dark, and soon, turn into a warming blue color. An eyeball winked at him from the monitor, and Dib waited to get into contact with the one person who would give him a chance: Agent Darkbootie. The screen flickered slowly, and a pair of red eyes opened in the darkness.

"Agent Mothm--"

"Oh man, I am so glad you answered. Last week, I had to wait like, an entire hour before someone hung up on me. I thought for sure I'd have to call 98 times, like last time."

“What is the meaning of this call, Agent Mothman? Do you have information for me?" The man behind the camera sneered in the gentlest of ways. Dib cleared his voice and spoke.

"Right-- no, yes, information-- I actually... don't have any information. I mean, I have something, it's just not really information, per se. I'm not wasting your time, I swear, this is important. This is--"

"About that alien?"

Agent Mothman rolled his eyes. In lamens terms, yes. "Yes? Yeah, it's about that alien," The human admitted begrudgingly, crossing his arms in front of himself. "but it's so much more than that I can finally-- wait for it... Get proof! Well, I always had proof, but now I can actually prove it to other people, better than I have before. And who else to start with by the WHOLE AGENCY? I'm going to do it live! For the WHOLE Network!!"

Darkbootie was silent for a while as Dib stewed in his own excitement. "Remember how well that went last time?"

Dib groaned. He had been expecting that answer to come, but he hadn't been expecting it so soon."Yes," Dib exasperated. He mocked Agent Darkbootie's tone, using two fingers on each hand as air-quotes. "I know how well that went last time." The young man dropped his hands and continued to speak. "But this isn't going to be like last time!! Because this plan is entirely, 100% fool proof! I guarantee it-- I mean, I did make this thing myself, y'know."

"What exactly is this thing?"

"This THING that you call it, is my life's work... Well, my past two-weeks of my life’s work, but you will not believe the detail I put in it-- let me show you!" Dib scooted his chair over to his workbench, and from the table grabbed a smooth, round, compact disk that resembled something very similar to a vinyl, or a thin blade to a circular saw. The thing that set it apart from those two items was the fact that it was entirely circular, with no hole in the middle. Dib scrambled back to his computer and held up his invention for his entire audience of one to see.

He held it to the monitor and smiled. After a moment passed, he looked to his invention, back to the monitor, and back again.

"... You called me, so you could show me a plate?"

Dib gasped. "This isn't a PLATE! This is a work of art!" Dib stood up and began pacing about the room as he held his plate like a fat child would hold a Snicker's bar. "This is the thing that's going to end Zim once and for all! This thing, as you call it, is the most amazing thing I've ever created! This... is,” He paused, giving Darkbootie ample time to brace himself for what he was going to hear. “REMI!"

"...You named your plate Remi?"

"Would you shut up? I did not name my plate, I gave my plate-- Er, I gave REMI a sophisticated acronym!” Dib protested. He spoke once again, running his hands over the smooth finish of the robot. He held up his fingers one at a time as he listed off the meaning of the acronym. “Remove, Entangle, Mortify and In-Nihilate."

"...In-Nihilate?"

"In-Nihilate, yes."

"Newsflash, kid. Annihilate starts with an A, not an I."

Dib paused for a moment, surprised by this new boast of information. He soon reacted as any inventor would have, and that was defensively. The young human began his pacing once more. "Whatever! That doesn't matter! What matters is, I will be sending this discrete robot through that window," Dib pointed to the open window near one side of his room, and felt the awful draft breeze in. "And it will then use global positioning and travel its way into Zim's yard-- I have the coordinates memorized-- so I can monitor everything from my own house, right here! It will burrow deep underground, like a robot groundhog or something, attacking the base from below-- hollowing it out from the outside! It will collect data, samples of stuff, audio recording, video recording, and it has a battery life of four months! And lucky you, you get to see me test it LIVE!!"

Dib stopped his pacing and held REMI triumphantly. Again, there was a silence. Dib looked from his humbled invention, back to the shadow that was Darkbootie. Dib raised his eyebrows, and lowered them promptly, asking him inverbally, 'whaddya think of that?'.

Darkbootie had to admit, it was something.

Dib pulled his latest creation close to himself. "I'm gonna position it now!" He smiled, and did just that. The young man placed REMI on the ledge of the window, and made it back to his command station in record time, as Darkbootie watched curiously and credulously from behind his happy monitor.