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[prepare4doom]

*Some time during the night, a small, greenish house with a reddish-purple roof and purple-tinted windows has appeared and connected itself via metal tubes to the Desperate Screen Hotel

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[boom_tomorrow]

Susan did in fact notice the noise that morning, which irritated her because for once she had been asleep at that time, and Susan hates mornings. So, here we have an already mildly irritated Captain who is staring at Zim with an expression that can only be described as 'what the flying fuck.'

[prepare4doom]

*calm!* Helloooooo human female, how are yooouuu? ZIM DEMANDS THIS KNOWLEDGE.

[boom_tomorrow]

She raises an eyebrow. "Where the hell did you come from?"

[prepare4doom]

Don't be sillyyyyyy, I am from EARTH. I am a normal human, just like yoooouuu.

[boom_tomorrow]

"You don't even look half as human as a Centauri, how do you expect me to believe that?"

[prepare4doom]

YOU INSINUATE THAT ZIM LIIIIIEEEZZZZ?!

You DARE insult me by questioning my sense of honor?!

[boom_tomorrow]

"...Yeah. Yeah, I do. Because you don't look human, or act human, and trust me, I can tell the difference between a human and an alien."

[prepare4doom]

ZIM SUFFERS FROM A TRAGIC SKIN CONDITION.

I am an otherwise PERFECTLY NORMAL human worm baby!

[boom_tomorrow]

"Well, since I've never heard a real human refer to himself as a 'human worm baby,' I still don't belive you."

[prepare4doom]

CLEARLY you are not "with" the current vernacular of today's filthy Earth maggots.

[boom_tomorrow]

"....Riiiiight." *is going to be leaving now, with much oddlooking over her shoulder*

[prepare4doom]

*totally calling after her, wut* I AM RIGHT. BELIEVE ZIMMMMMM.

*smile of TRIUMPHY DOOM*