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@voot-cruisin // continued

Nolis lets the creature of unearthly origin speak his mind. There is much to consider in what he says, actually. Yes, Nolis is well aware that there are other planets in Creatia's own universe that hold life outside of creatians. It would only make sense that Earth's universe would be much the same.

Still, as far as Nolis is aware (and he is aware of much), there isn't anyone on Creatia trying to conquer it. Quite possibly because Creatia itself has very nearly destroyed itself. Earth was on a similar path in many ways, from what Nolis had seen of it. Which begs the question...

"not much to this planet. why want it?"

[pondinapond]

Merry Christmas @vootcruisin !! I’m your Secret Santa! 

Your request felt like something that would happen in the cartoon so I tried my best to make it look that way. It was fun to draw!

I hope that you enjoy it and have an awesome Christmas!

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@voot-cruisin // continued

Sci can only watch in something like abject horror as Zim begins pulling the small intestine out and just. Plops it right on the table. He's flabbergasted. Agog. He is completely and utterly speechless.

It takes Sci a moment to regain any sort of sense of his surroundings and what just happened but when it finally smacks back into him what Zim has just done he just snaps.

"what is wrong with you?" This is some kind of divine punishment. Some kind of punishment for all his wrongs, Sci is suddenly sure of it. "that- we aren't- this isn't a dissection!"

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"Brace yourself."

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The response from inside the computer screen is nothing short of a shrieking cackle. Irken symbols shift and disappear, replaced with new, different but still somehow alien symbols.

"wh h hh AT ar e you G G GOinG TO Do?" They ask, their voice static filled and stuttery in the speakers-- replacing the voice of Zim's own computer. "ERASE m M ME? HA!"

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@voot-cruisin // plotted

The laboratory is so cold Sci is certain if he took the oxygen mask off this human subject, he'd see their breath. All the same as he slices the scalpel down their front, he's pleased to see steam rising from the incision as hot, internal forces are exposed to the chill of the room.

He doesn't bother to tell Zim to suction up the blood, he does it himself. He may have allowed it to stand in on this particular experiment, but that didn't mean he held any trust towards it to do as he instructed or to even be at all helpful.

"humans have so many of these." He says, unceremoniously plopping a hand into the middle of the writhing innards and pushing them to and fro. "some of them don't even work. they're only there to cause problems. fascinating species."

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it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

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It looks at Zim with curiosity, its sickly grayish skin seeming to writhe against its bone structure, squirming as if it wanted nothing to do with the creature it was housing.

"there are no devils here." Moonbeam says, its smile stretching far past what could be considered ordinary and filled with far too many teeth. "only gods, i'm afraid."

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@voot-cruisin experienced the gornyness

Blood stains the boots of The Surgeon. Luckily, they're made of rubber and will easily be washed. That is hardly The Surgeon's concern at the moment, though. The body is still warm, the organs needed are tucked away safety in the temperature controlled bag to keep them live.

This one had fought hard. Behind the mask, The Surgeon's eyes look at the body, the blood, the torn flesh. It's a beautiful, bloody, horrific mess. Guts are strewn over the back alley at random and blood drips down The Surgeon's gloves, not yet dry.

Something else needs his attention.

A hand cups the front of his legs and he hisses out a sigh of pleasure, muffled by the mask. It won't take long. There isn't time for it to take long, not with the possibility for someone to come through here. The Surgeon undoes the buttons of his coat and then the zipper of his pants. Blood slicked glove wraps around his cock and gives a light squeeze, shivering just a little as open air hits sensitive skin.