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Zim looked around to see a butcher shop right in front of him, and some Hispanic bloke and his daughter selling some Poop candies. Muddled by the alternate state of what should have been his base, he went up to his taxi driver to explain his concerns.
"This looks nothing like my house, human transportation slave!
"Well, you didn’t specify a location, idiot. For all I know, you could live in Bulgaria,
"Slave, you’re supposed to know by default.
"If you think that I should, then piss off!
The enraged taxi driver sped away from Zim. "Come on, GIR, we have to find our way back to our house,
"GIR, you slimy dimwit! I can take being left for dead. I can take it two times in a row. But not THREE, you careless prig! I hate everything about every inch of metal on your disgusting body! Go burn in the infernal purgatory of doom, you petty scum! First a cupcake, then tuna, and now a taco? Do you have a food fetish or something?
GIR threw a massive temper tantrum after hearing Zim’s degrading speech.
"Oh, what’s the matter, GIR? Are you going to cry like a gargantuan coward? Oh, you are? Guess what? I just stopped caring at this moment! I will pay not a single micrometer of mind to any exclamations of misery you claim! All of it is MUTE! How is that?
"You are a monster! Go die, you animal abuser! Oh-- wait, that’s not fair! Animal abusers are more moral than the likes of you! I don’t even think your corruption is even humanly!
Everyone pointed their fingers at Zim and started to boo. A dreaded sense filled his paranoid mindset. They know… he thought. They know… who I am… my true identity, my persona… they know it all. And this very day came this very early… Zim gasped, startled. I-Is this a joke? Is it a dream? Did Dib put those sleep cuffs on me? Am I having a nightmare? Is it some late April Fools Prank? Whatever it is, it can’t be reality! Fantasy or not, I shall end this phantasm at once! Zim released his spider legs from his PAK and stabbed various people, the gore staining his body with such monstrosity and gruesomeness. He glanced at all the deceased humans, and made a tiny, bare simper. A chilling, hyper roar of laughter immersed from Zim’s mouth, then a terrified crying sound, followed with his grin fading into a frown. Then whimpering came about, and the whimpers became muffled when Zim closed his lips, and finally, silence. The silence was shattered when Zim screamed, "The bodies!
Chapter 2: Spades and Stones
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A tiny hole was dug into the soil. Zim heavily sighed as he sweated thoroughly. By the time I’m done digging this, they’ll get to me! My PAK legs are too inferior to make holes! Zim dug faster and faster, for hours, the constant fear of being revealed an alien getting to his head. After hours, the hole was big enough to fit the cadavers.
"FINALLY!
"There you are, let’s get him!
Chapter 3: Destruction of Hope
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Zim didn’t try to defend himself. Deep down inside, he knew he was hopeless and lacked the determination. Besides, if he was in jail, then the Mexicans could not come up to him and expose him. Zim put his hands up for the police officer, got thrown in the car, taken to prison, and thrown in a cell with GIR.
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But before he could finish, he clenched the bars of his cell and begged, "S-Save me, from this dark and godforsaken torture chamber I’m trapped in, NOW!
"Did I hear someone scream that they were tortured?
"I am the Scary Monkey. I am a supernatural being that tries to please as many people as possible. You may have seen GIR watching me. That was to make up for his depressing life of all work and no play. And I can free you from here, if you would like.
"LIES!
"Oh really?
"Well, even if-if you’re lying, I don’t think it can get worse than
"In return, you have to do whatever GIR tells you to do. Turning tables, you might call it.
"Whatever, as long as it gets us out of here.
The monkey teleported them back to their base.
2 days later, GIR commanded, "Master, get me another taco.
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