01 ☣ Voice...s. Plural.

[superiorheight]

[There's the sound of two voices muttering and arguing over something before they become clear.  One sounds kind of like a cross between the Riddler and a used car salesman, while the other one just sounds like a drag queen.]

Wait, I don't see a view screen on this thing. How am I supposed to see the looks of fear on peoples' faces when they

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1/???

[sodoomed]

[Zim's been keeping his journal in his PAK, because despite being PRIMITIVE AND DUMB it might be useful someday.

... That, and he forgot he put it there. But when he hears CERTAIN ALMIGHTY LEADER VOICES he's remembering and yanking the journal out.

AND GASPING.]

My Tallest???

[sodoomed]

MY TALLEST!

dooone

[sodoomed]

[And then, just in case they didn't hear him:]

MY TALLEST! HEY! HEY! HEYYYYY! MY TALLEST! IT'S ME! ZIM!!

[superiorheight]

[Just horrified staring for a second, then Purple turns away from the book to ask Red:]

How the hell did he get on this channel?

[haveasandwich]

[OH MY FUCKING FUCK. Yeah, it's ignore Zim time. Everyone's favorite time.]

I told you to have the technicians change the frequency. [Because the fifth time, it should totally work?]

[sodoomed]

[OH THEY CLEARLY DID NOT HEAR HIM. THAT'S ALRIGHT.]

My Tallest! My Tallest! Hey! My Tallest! MY TAAALLEEEEST! HEYYYYYY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! MY TALLEST!

[superiorheight]

I don't get why I have to do everything around here. Why don't you tell the technicians to change the frequency?!

[haveasandwich]

Because I did it the last four times.

...How does he keep figuring it out anyway? He's supposed to be defective. How is stalking us the one thing he's actually good at?

[sodoomed]

MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEEEYYYY!! MY TALLEST! MY TAAAAAALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! OVER HERE! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TAAAAAAALLEEEEEST! MY TALLEST! HEYYYY! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! HEY!

[superiorheight]

[Oh, he did... didn't he. Whatever, sometimes who does what blends together even for Purple] I don't know, maybe that's what his PAK accidentally programmed him for instead of--

[Ok, he can't handle this] WILL YOU CLOSE THAT BOOK OR SOMETHING ALREADY?! [And he'll slam it shut without waiting for Red to do it.]

See? Sometimes I do things too.

[... oh god, what is that muffled sound...]

[haveasandwich]

[HEY, THOSE ARE HIS FINGERS, DUMBASS. Excuse him while he nurses his injured fingers. Nope. Not broken. Good. Because ruling the universe is hard enough without thumbs.]

Good for you. [So much gla- OH GOD WHY DOESN'T IT EVER STOP. He stares at the book, back at Purple, back at the book.]

Next time we hurl him into the sun? Let's make sure he doesn't somehow survive it. [He opens the book.] What, Zim?

[sodoomed]

MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST! MY T-

[Oh hey acknowledgement!]

....

You're HERE! I didn't expect the Armada so soon!

[superiorheight]

[Flatly] Yeah, well that's us. Full of surprises.

But what are you doing here? Last I knew, you were still under orders to be observing that Earth planet. I don't remembering unordering that. [To Red] Do you?

[haveasandwich]

No, but I don't remember unordering a lot of things. What happened to your... Whole obsession with that... Gib... Thing or whatever?

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[sodoomed]

The Dib human?

[sodoomed]

[Zim very abruptly sounds UTTERLY ENRAGED.]

HE ISN'T HERE!! This FILTHY CASTLE saw fit to DUMP me with a bunch of hideous humans, but left HIM ALONE!! And we're not even anywhere NEAR Earth, so it's been impossible to contact GIR and give him orders!!