[That is the unmistakable sound of a child and Zim is already cringing as he turns around to face... yep, a child. He hates children so much. Once he's turned around he reflectively snaps:]
I'M NORMAL!
[And then immediately settles down. His eye is twitching as he forces himself to smile (it looks a lot more like him just gritting his pinkish, weirdly interconnected teeth than anything else). He throws his hands in the air!]
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I'M NORMAL!
[And then immediately settles down. His eye is twitching as he forces himself to smile (it looks a lot more like him just gritting his pinkish, weirdly interconnected teeth than anything else). He throws his hands in the air!]
Fellow filthy child! Where do they keep the glue?