They Corrupt Them
Zim headed toward the lunchroom after his class was over and looked around till his eyes landed on Dib who was currently eating; he made his way over to the human and sat down beside him. “Hey.” Dib greeted and the Irken nodded. “How were your classes of DOOMY DOOM?” He asked as he looked at the human, earning a small shrug from him. “To be honest I wasn’t really paying attention to them.” Dib told him as he handed him a small paper back.
Zim looked at it curiously. “What is it?” He asked, looking back at Dib.
“Food.” Dib replied. “Way better than the crap they serve here.”
"You truly are wonderful..." Zim whispers reverently, food being one of the greatest known Irken pleasures and he happily eats the subsidence Dib brought for him.
"Not that wonderful, but thanks." Dib smiled and took out his own lunch. "So you were going to talk about the Pak situation."
Zim slows down contempla