Zim demands answers!
Greetings to all disgusting dirt-childr-- I mean, fellow normal human-spawn!
I am Zim, and it pains me it is my pleasure to meet all of you! Although your "computers" are laughably inferior excuses for technology, and your "internets" aren't even worthy of a drooling, squishy-headed baby, I am overjoyed to be here among all your charming... charming, um... quaint...
...dirt.
Yes, anyway. Who is your commander? And why am I here, wherever 'here' is? The shuffling, stench-filled Earth-corpses I spotted on my way in didn't seem to know anything, so I'm going to assume that one of you holds the shining golden key to the answers that I seek. Give me the key. Give the key to Zim, I shall have YOUR SECRETS AND I SHALL HAVE THEM NOW.
...I mean. Friends! Yes, let us all be happy squirmy "friends"!
But don't touch me or anything. I'm sure you all have germs.
I am Zim, and it pains me it is my pleasure to meet all of you! Although your "computers" are laughably inferior excuses for technology, and your "internets" aren't even worthy of a drooling, squishy-headed baby, I am overjoyed to be here among all your charming... charming, um... quaint...
...dirt.
Yes, anyway. Who is your commander? And why am I here, wherever 'here' is? The shuffling, stench-filled Earth-corpses I spotted on my way in didn't seem to know anything, so I'm going to assume that one of you holds the shining golden key to the answers that I seek. Give me the key. Give the key to Zim, I shall have YOUR SECRETS AND I SHALL HAVE THEM NOW.
...I mean. Friends! Yes, let us all be happy squirmy "friends"!
But don't touch me or anything. I'm sure you all have germs.