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fearofpiggiesWho: Dib & Zim (With Eddie!)
What: OH FUCK ME IT'S AN INVASION OF ONE.
Where: London, England
When: Oh, about now-ish.
Dib had been relaxing after a particularly grueling week. There was no way anything in this world could make him move off the couch and move his laptop off his legs. The week prior had been nothing but a tiny version of Hell itself. Beasts from seemingly every dimension crawled their way into this reality, making Dib and his little band of friends have to work extra-hard at not dying. But the storm had come and gone, and with minor scrapes the only thing Dib had left to show for it, he felt pretty damn comfortable.
That was, until Eddie piped up with a rather alarmed sounding, "IRKEN SIGNALS DETECTED IN THE LONDON AREA. THE SIGNALS ARE COMING FROM A PAK! Should I transmit a virus now, or later, man? I'm actually sorta busy right now, I was playing poker." The first part nearly got Dib to jump out of his skin and he toppled off of the couch with a yowl and flailed as he righted himself, hopping to his feet. "Triangulate the location, Eddie, get me a lock on it. As soon as you do, print out the location and then keep me on standby on the phone line to tell me if it moves."
"Yes SIR!" Eddie shouted, as Dib shoved his feet into his boots and belted them tight, slinging his trenchcoat on swiftly after. The moment he was ready, he took the printout and rushed out the door with a call to Eddie of, "DO NOT TELL GIR."
Shit. The worst POSSIBLE situation finally happened.
Zim arrived. And he had no other recourse, no other thought in his mind than 'INTERCEPT AND DO AS MUCH DAMAGE TO THE IRKEN AS POSSIBLE.''
What: OH FUCK ME IT'S AN INVASION OF ONE.
Where: London, England
When: Oh, about now-ish.
Dib had been relaxing after a particularly grueling week. There was no way anything in this world could make him move off the couch and move his laptop off his legs. The week prior had been nothing but a tiny version of Hell itself. Beasts from seemingly every dimension crawled their way into this reality, making Dib and his little band of friends have to work extra-hard at not dying. But the storm had come and gone, and with minor scrapes the only thing Dib had left to show for it, he felt pretty damn comfortable.
That was, until Eddie piped up with a rather alarmed sounding, "IRKEN SIGNALS DETECTED IN THE LONDON AREA. THE SIGNALS ARE COMING FROM A PAK! Should I transmit a virus now, or later, man? I'm actually sorta busy right now, I was playing poker." The first part nearly got Dib to jump out of his skin and he toppled off of the couch with a yowl and flailed as he righted himself, hopping to his feet. "Triangulate the location, Eddie, get me a lock on it. As soon as you do, print out the location and then keep me on standby on the phone line to tell me if it moves."
"Yes SIR!" Eddie shouted, as Dib shoved his feet into his boots and belted them tight, slinging his trenchcoat on swiftly after. The moment he was ready, he took the printout and rushed out the door with a call to Eddie of, "DO NOT TELL GIR."
Shit. The worst POSSIBLE situation finally happened.
Zim arrived. And he had no other recourse, no other thought in his mind than 'INTERCEPT AND DO AS MUCH DAMAGE TO THE IRKEN AS POSSIBLE.''
