[It's later in the evening when there's a weird scuffling noise coming from nearby, like someone is making their way through the foliage as well but has a severe dislike of anything nature. Which, when you're from an advanced alien species that invented organic sweeps, is not all that surprising.
Zim has been working on numerous doomsday plans, all varying degrees of horrible, all hampered by the fact that he doesn't have his base or much in the way of advanced scientific equipment, but that hasn't stopped him from plotting. And oh boy, has he been plotting! The lack of a need to sleep has been very helpful in said plotting, and now that he's got a few extremely good ideas he needs both a soundboard and probably someone to rant at for a while. With no GIR or Minimoose around and his roommate being so apathetic he has decided the next best victim is the tall blue alien who seemed to think torturing a small human child was an Okay Thing to plan. Also, did I mention she's tall? Still inferior to an Irken, but slightly less inferior than 95% of the other mutants and such here.
It's late enough that the human customers have left, so he isn't bothering with his disguise. For now his wig and contacts are safely stored in his PAK, so if he does need them he can pull them out in short order. Yep, he is traipsing through the dark forest all buggy, trying his best not to trip over roots and other assorted plant things on the ground making this trek more difficult than it should be. But he saw her enter the forest a while ago, so if he can hunt her down here, where they have a semblance of privacy, then great!]
Hey! HEY!! [There is the sound of a yelling and a thump, reminiscent of a small alien tripping over something and landing on the ground face first. There's a moment of silence, and then:] INFERIOR BLUE ALIEN!
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Zim has been working on numerous doomsday plans, all varying degrees of horrible, all hampered by the fact that he doesn't have his base or much in the way of advanced scientific equipment, but that hasn't stopped him from plotting. And oh boy, has he been plotting! The lack of a need to sleep has been very helpful in said plotting, and now that he's got a few extremely good ideas he needs both a soundboard and probably someone to rant at for a while. With no GIR or Minimoose around and his roommate being so apathetic he has decided the next best victim is the tall blue alien who seemed to think torturing a small human child was an Okay Thing to plan. Also, did I mention she's tall? Still inferior to an Irken, but slightly less inferior than 95% of the other mutants and such here.
It's late enough that the human customers have left, so he isn't bothering with his disguise. For now his wig and contacts are safely stored in his PAK, so if he does need them he can pull them out in short order. Yep, he is traipsing through the dark forest all buggy, trying his best not to trip over roots and other assorted plant things on the ground making this trek more difficult than it should be. But he saw her enter the forest a while ago, so if he can hunt her down here, where they have a semblance of privacy, then great!]
Hey! HEY!! [There is the sound of a yelling and a thump, reminiscent of a small alien tripping over something and landing on the ground face first. There's a moment of silence, and then:] INFERIOR BLUE ALIEN!