I Hate This Planet

She scoffs. As if he’d be anywhere NEAR the radar in terms of her ire towards her fellow Irken.

She didn’t have lenses like Zim did, only a projection of what she wanted humans to see. Whatever that was, it had direct contact in her eyes. Her holographic display shuddered, then dropped. Hands on her face for a moment, unable to see him even as her PAK legs sprang out and lifted her from danger.

Her shriek of agony shattered glass, tempered plastic and anything even remotely brittle within a mile radius as the Irken pawed at her face.

“G--AUGH! STUPID PRIMATE -- WHAT THE HELL--”

“FUCK!”

At that she just LAUGHS.

She simply can’t stop laughing, hideous and high pitched and completely unhinged.

Zim? HAVING A FRIEND?

“Sure. Why not go to a place I’ve never heard of or remember a group of people I’ve never met?”

Fuckin LOVE it when customers complain about literal pennies in difference in price from onelocation to the next as if we, the cashiers, have any control.

“Well I can go to another [chain name] and get it for 79 cents instead of a dollar and thirty cents.”

Well. The door is right there. Why the fuck don’t you?

“Assuming I would care so much about this planet’s culture to learn about their currency systems and how they work, and, how yes, my name is similar in sound is a far stretch for you to take.”

MUN VS MUSE

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“Why Dib!”

     “Yeah well- eh-” He’d come up with a genius comeback, just give him a second. “We’ll just burn down the doors then!” He nodded to himself with a proud smile on his face, as if that were the greatest plan ever conceived. “Foolish humans and their flammable doors. It’s genius! They’ll never see it coming!” Cue a few more nods before he suddenly began speaking again, remembering a bit too late that there were more to Tak’s doors than the incredibly easy to solve challenge of locked doors.

“MY disguise is FLAWLESS. It is YOU who needs a better disguise. Any experienced Irken invader would know better than to wear one of those… stupid… capey things.”

“WH— My TUNIC?”

“It’s certainly more tasteful than you BLATANTLY IGNORING their flesh tone! They’re PINK! HUMANS ARE PINK! WE ARE GREEN! A wig and eye lenses will not work for everyone you absolute moron!”

Pacing around the small cell, the female all but started tearing into Zim once again, even physically this time. He was stupid, yes, but they’d been caught together. And nothing her PAK had to offer seemed to even phase the metal doors. She’d tried.

The general populace was dumb, cattle like. But their scientists? Surprisingly sharp.

I WAS LITERALLY DOING THIS MEME FOR PM AND TAK FDJKSADGHJKLSDHLSJKL