Irken Flynn

"And you're doing, Zim?" I ask staring at Zim who was watching the computers screens patiently.

"Just doing my daily spying on the HORRIBE Flynn-Fletchers!" Zim says casually but   obviously    streching horrible.

"You're getting to paranoid Zim... They're just a bunch of kids..." I say.

"Yes but they now know the secrets of the Irkens!" Zim screams.

"Like Dib..." I say crossing my arms in a know-it-all kind of way.

"Yes! But Dib-worm's different! NO-ONE believes HIM! But Phineas... he's more smarter... way more smarter." Zim says staring back at the computer screens.

"So you're spying on them?" I say resting my chin upon the top of Zim's chair.

"Exactly." Zim says almost sinister.

"What are you gonna do if they blurt the secret or something. I mean if you're just spying on them and not doing anything about it that would make you... a   Zim." I say laughing.

"Hardee-Har-Har! You're such a comedian..." Zim says annoyed rolling his eyes.

"You wanna keep those eyes? Then a suggest you never roll your eyes at me again." I threaten plucking Zim in the eye, making him get into a fit as he rubs his eye.

"Anyways to answer your qusetion, I planted a micro-chip that if Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, or any of those filthy meat-children say one thing about the Irken Elite!..." Zim chuckled darkly, actually sounding evil for a minute, "Let's just say they won't make it out alive. MAUAHAHAHHAHAH!" Zim then starts cackling like the crazy alien he is soon he's coughing and a few drops of tears pour out his eyes.

I shake my head playfully and smirk, rolling my eyes. "You insane Irken." I say.