1st sighting--dictated/action;

[aliencatcher]

[Dib's first clue that something is less than right is the fact that his room no longer looks like it's been torn apart by cyborgs. The second clue is that it doesn't really look like his room. There's a book sitting right near the bed. He opens it and flips through the pages, hoping for SOMETHING that will give him a clue. There's... far too much

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1/???

[sodoomed]

[Zim's journal, unfortunately, has been left somewhere deep within the bowels of the castle, because he can't be assed to keep track of such a horribly primitive communications device.

Fortunately Zim is walking into the lobby right as Dib ends his spiel, slurping away at an Irken cola.]

[sodoomed]

[And he stops when he spies that very familiar large head.]

[sodoomed]

[Zim looks enraged!!]

YOU!!!

[sodoomed]

FINALLY this FILTHY CASTLE decided to torture YOU!!

Done

[sodoomed]

[And then he's back to calm.]

Took long enough!

1/2

[aliencatcher]

ZIM!

[Dib tosses the book aside and stands up, glaring for all he's worth.]

You won't get away with this! I'll--

Done

[aliencatcher]

[Hold that thought. That didn't sound like Zim's usual gloating.]

Wait. The castle decided?

1/2

[sodoomed]

[Zim suddenly looks gleeful. Dib doesn't know what's going on yet! SCORE!]

Er 2/3

[sodoomed]

[so it's down to business!]

CASTLE! I demand you CRUSH Dib's inferior human body with -

[sodoomed]

- Uh-

Done!!

[sodoomed]

RUBBER PIGGIES!!!

[Enjoy the pig rain, Dib!]

[aliencatcher]

[And, of course, Dib finds himself suddenly buried in rubber piggies.]

Ow! Ow! Ow!

[Eventually the rubber piggy flood abates and Dib pokes his head out from under it.]

You jerk.

[sodoomed]

[Zim laughs maniacally at the sight, before picking up a pig and waving it in Dib's face.]

What's the matter, Dib? Can't handle a few rubber pigs?

[aliencatcher]

[Dib jumps out of the pile and brandishes a pig at him.]

Enough games, Zim. What are you planning? What is this place?

[sodoomed]

[Right, as fun as it would be to keep dropping pigs on Dib's head, this is one of those horrible situations where Dib might be useful... So Zim looks a little more serious.]

It seems we a common enemy.

... Again. [He slurps at his cola some more, dropping the pig so he can gesture at the lobby.]

[aliencatcher]

[Damn, Dib hates when that happens. He lowers his pig slowly, looking suspicious.] Why should I believe you?