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Zim grumbled, throwing more of the fabrics onto the bed in frustration. More vibrantly coloured shirts hit the growing pile before he eventually just yelled out. Dib tried not to sigh as he turned to face the irate Irken, “Zim.”
“Don’t even!” Zim snapped, pointing a finger at him, “Don’t say anything!”
Dib shrugged, going back to his laptop. He was going to attempt to explain to the alien that he was busy working, but he knew Zim wasn’t having any of it.
None of his clothes fitted him properly anymore. It was driving the Irken bonkers that they were all tight and uncomfortable. With winter now just around the corner, most of his jerseys were just about fitting him, but he knew during the cold weather, he’d be too big to fit into anything they had left in their apartment.
He knew they were trying to cut back on expenses now that he had dismissed himself from the clothing store he worked at, but it was more the thought that he w
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“How the Irk did I end up here?”
The confused alien looked around woozily, trying to make sense of the situation. He had to admit, he wasn’t liking what he was seeing thus far. Everything was bright and colourful, something he was definitely not used to…or particularly liked.
He stepped out the smouldering Voot Cruiser, dusting his uniform off. For some reason, the upbeat happy air here was having some weird effect on it, almost changing the colours of his prized Irken Invader outfit. It was…kind of disturbing.
He scanned the horizon, trying to piece together where to go from here, before noticing a faint moan coming from beneath his ship. He jumped, ready to attack it. But the person beneath didn’t really seem to pose a threat…seeing as all Zim could see of him was his broken legs jutting out from beneath his ship, two lovely red boots attached to each foot. They were definitely Irken boots, and nice ones at that. Zim’s darted around,