Whenever I listen to "The Weapon" by Rush I picture scenes of Zim (the imperially shunned version of Zim in my 18-years-later au) singing songs he learned on Earth to the cadets that eat at the patisserie Gir is working in to pursue his culinary ops training.
Planting a lot of borderline treacherous ideas in these young Irken minds. Good on Zim.
Song scenes are relaxing to picture. I should draw out more of them.













