Second Invasion: Storming the house.
[He looked left.
He looked right.
The coast was clear.
In about a minute or so, Zim manged to squeeze himself through the doggy door. The children must've been out at school and the wife out at work or some other stupid He stood up and began to look around the house, trying to find something, anything that would explain this situation to him. That, and he needed some clothes. His lack of clothes seemed to be noticed by the populace.]
[After quite a while of rummaging through the son's closet, he managed to find some clothes that would fit him: an ugly checkered shirt and slacks. Zim put them on and looked at himself in the mirror, thoroughly disgusted. Until he managed to retrieve his uniform, it would have do.]
[He proceeded to the kitchen, looking through all the cabinets, fridge and everything. Zim glanced at the wall.
And stopped in his tracks.
Hanging on the wall was picture. Zim appeared to be naked and leased in the photo, next to the family he had been placed with.]
EH? That does not look like Zim! It looks like some manner of puffy, green bumble-bee! ZIM IS FILLED WITH RAGE!
[The Irken reminded himself to destroy the photo the first chance he got. He continued moving about the house until he came across the phone. Zim pulled it off the wall and began to speak into it.]
I don't appreciate the help from you filthy hyumans, despite being one myself. But, as I have yet to receive an informative briefing about my location: I suppose that this will have to do.
To elaborate; I wish to receive answers about this 'Mayfield' establishment. Normal hyuman questions such as how prepared this town's defense would be if an alien invasion were to occur.
Tell Zim.
[Zim proceeded to look downwards at his neck. Around his neck was that stupid dog-collar from yesterday, which he had yet to remove. He groaned, and began to talk once again.]
Advice on how to remove a dog-collar would be appreciated as well. Tell me or I'll destroy you.
He looked right.
The coast was clear.
In about a minute or so, Zim manged to squeeze himself through the doggy door. The children must've been out at school and the wife out at work or some other stupid He stood up and began to look around the house, trying to find something, anything that would explain this situation to him. That, and he needed some clothes. His lack of clothes seemed to be noticed by the populace.]
[After quite a while of rummaging through the son's closet, he managed to find some clothes that would fit him: an ugly checkered shirt and slacks. Zim put them on and looked at himself in the mirror, thoroughly disgusted. Until he managed to retrieve his uniform, it would have do.]
[He proceeded to the kitchen, looking through all the cabinets, fridge and everything. Zim glanced at the wall.
And stopped in his tracks.
Hanging on the wall was picture. Zim appeared to be naked and leased in the photo, next to the family he had been placed with.]
EH? That does not look like Zim! It looks like some manner of puffy, green bumble-bee! ZIM IS FILLED WITH RAGE!
[The Irken reminded himself to destroy the photo the first chance he got. He continued moving about the house until he came across the phone. Zim pulled it off the wall and began to speak into it.]
I don't appreciate the help from you filthy hyumans, despite being one myself. But, as I have yet to receive an informative briefing about my location: I suppose that this will have to do.
To elaborate; I wish to receive answers about this 'Mayfield' establishment. Normal hyuman questions such as how prepared this town's defense would be if an alien invasion were to occur.
Tell Zim.
[Zim proceeded to look downwards at his neck. Around his neck was that stupid dog-collar from yesterday, which he had yet to remove. He groaned, and began to talk once again.]
Advice on how to remove a dog-collar would be appreciated as well. Tell me or I'll destroy you.