heyerdahlphoebe Welcomes Their DOOM!
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Jimmy was not so special. Not compared to an IRKEN INVADER such as himself, of course...
In the middle of the night, below whatever world these disgusting worm babies called “home”, ZIM flew overhead in his Voot Cruiser. The INVADER had stumbled upon whatever universe this was through sheer accident coordination and skill befitting an INVADER of his calibur.
All that was left was list its weaknesses so he could present it conquered to his TALLEST. “This musty dust ball bares no differences from ZIM’s mission...” ZIM realized, before his Voot started to sputter and smoke.
“Ehh? What is the meaning of this? You do not sputt at ZIM!” Pink eyes bugging over the console, he noticed a crudely drawn monkey taped to the dash board.
Ripping it off, he realized GIR’s stupid paper creature was blocking the fuel gauge.
Which was now empty...
“ACTIVATING EJECTOR SEAT... NOW,” Before ZIM knew what happened, his computer literally blasted him out of his Voot, sending him crashing down into the neighborhood below, screaming and flailing.
ZIM had impacted painfully into a tree in someone’s backyard, as his Voot sailed off further like a shooting star, leaving the alien stranded in the unfamiliar universe of Hillwood.
