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???

[superiorheight]

Whoaaaaa, ok ok, we get it. Inside voice. [Yeah, he knows that one is... useless]

Wait, did you say a castle brought you here? [So much judgmental disbelief rn]

[haveasandwich]

...Did your brain get eaten by a parasite again? [Yeah. Castle. That's hilarious.]

[sodoomed]

NOOO! No parasites! [Ohgod the memories.

Fortunately Zim calms down a moment later.]

The inferior life forms here seem to think a castle has been abducting them. It's a STUPID theory, of course! But for some reason this CASTLE will give you things if you ask!

[superiorheight]

Things?

What, like superweapons? [They could... use some of those.]

[haveasandwich]

Or actual communication devices. [...Look, he wants superweapons too, but man talking to a book is gay. Except he doesn't have to look at Zim's tiny self.]

1/3

[sodoomed]

[ACTUALLY...

This is Zim hopping into his Voot Cruiser! The computer works now, mostly, after some repairs, and he's trying to use it to connect to the Massive's commlink. TAPTAPTAPTAP]

Well - ... not... useful things. BUT THINGS! They appear out of thin air!!

[sodoomed]

[BUT THERE'S NO MASSIVE ANYWHERE NEAR THE PLANET.

WHAT.

BUT THEN, WHERE ARE THE TALLEST? He's pulling his little tablet computer out from his PAK and doing computer-y things - namely, tracking down the Irken power signatures from Red and Purple's PAKs.

Aaaand his computer is saying THEY ARE IN THE CASTLE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD AKLFJLASJFLKAJSLFJ.]

[sodoomed]

[... And this is Zim RACING FROM HIS ROOM TO... WHEREVER THE TALLEST ARE!!!!]

1/3

[superiorheight]

Yeah, something with a screen at least. I mean this is just about one step up from tin cans with wires, really.

Who the hell designed a system with voice but no video anyways and--

[superiorheight]

[notices...something]

Zim's being awful quiet. I didn't think he had a setting that wasn't loud.

[superiorheight]

Maybe something ate him.

[Insert Jaws music here as the camera pans closer to the door with every musical sting]

1/2

[haveasandwich]

[Suspicious] He doesn't. The Control Brain set his volume too high along with the other five million things wrong with him.

2/2

[haveasandwich]

[AND THEN SUDDENLY...]

...What if-

[sodoomed]

[WHAT IF ZIM BURSTS INTO THE ROOM?

BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING!]

MY TALLEST!!

[superiorheight]

Why did we ever put our room number in the broadcast?