Clash of the Egos [active]

[ironfistedrule]

Characters:  Zim, Gaston, anyone else
Content:  Zim begins his valiant search for flowers and candy!
Setting:  The Glass Bonsai
Time:  Morning
Warning:  Zim

Zim had decided to start his search for the key to world domination early.  There were many stores in this place.  Who knew which one had what he desired?  Was there a specific type that he needed

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[mymanlyself]

Gaston was disappointed. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the shop itself, but... Well, he was a bit disappointed with his latest purchase. He had spotted it through the window of the Glass Bonsai and just had to buy it. The problem was, it wasn't what he had hoped for. To be fair, it looked almost identical to the magic mirror he had lost when he had first come to Paixao, but this one didn't seem to be able to show anyone anything. That was irritating, since Gaston had been hoping that he'd finally managed to recover the thing. Also annoying was the fact that he made himself look like an idiot in front of the shopkeeper by ordering the mirror to show him other people he knew in the city to no avail.

On the plus side, it was a perfectly good mirror and hadn't really cost that much. Gaston still wondered if it was the same one and just broken somehow. If so, maybe there was a way to get it fixed. He'd have to look for someone in the city who knew something about enchantments and magic, if such a person existed. It was worth a shot, anyway. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time.

He had just stepped out the door when he saw a familiar face, and not an especially welcome one at that. It was that loud green child-thing again. What was its name? Zing? Zilch? He didn't remember... All he recalled was Jack Skellington giving the kid a good scare the last time they'd met. Now THAT had been funny.

Hopefully, the little street urchin wasn't up to any more trouble today. Just to be on the safe side, though, Gaston decided to confront him. "So..." he said, marching over towards the miscreant. "What are you doing hanging around here today?"

[ironfistedrule]

Zim jumped as he was addressed, jarred from his continued plotting. Looking over to find the source of the interruption, he found a rather large, burly human. What was this worm thinking, addressing the great Zim as though they had met before?

"Hanging around?" Zim asked, running the phrase through his incredible brain. These humans had so many odd slang words and phrases that they threw around. Zim was not hanging from anything. How did that equate to standing there plotting evilly? Well, humans were odd (and stupid) enough to make them mean the same. "Zim is not hanging around!" he finally exclaimed, "I am simply... eh... Buying flowers and chocolates?"

It was the truth, but not the whole truth, not at all. The whole truth involved shiny, pretty explosions. They would send shrapnel flying everywhere and the people would scream like little smeets and cower in fear. Fear of him, ZIM! And, in the end, Zim would remain standing over the charred, mangled remains of the shop, one fist in the air and laughing, laughing maniacally, laughing like he had never laughed before! It would be a laugh of victory! Victory.... Victory! "VICTORY!" Zim finally screamed, caught up in his own little fantasy world.

He soon noticed his error. "Er... I mean... of victory. Yes. Flowers and chocolates of victory."