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Characters: Zim, Gaston, anyone else
Content: Zim begins his valiant search for flowers and candy!
Setting: The Glass Bonsai
Time: Morning
Warning: Zim

Zim had decided to start his search for the key to world domination early. There were many stores in this place. Who knew which one had what he desired? Was there a specific type that he needed? Maybe he should have thought this through more... But no! Time was of the essence! The sooner he received those lessons in conquering, the sooner he could finish his mission (and maybe annihilate the Dib-worm, too)!

And so he found himself outside of this... "Glass Bonsai" (whatever that meant), the closest shop that he could find. Clutching a spare branch he managed to find--just in case his wig decided to disappear again--he quickly began plotting how to go about this.

Finally, the first outlines of a plan began to etch themselves in the Irken's mind. First... First! He would go inside! Yeeeesss... Such inside going he would do. Then! Then he would walk up to the counter-slave and demand that they tell him where he could find the flowers and candy. If said counter-slave refused to respond, they would be disposed of.

But what if the human decided to ask questions? Zim needed an excuse. Ah! Truly he was ingenious. He would simply say that he wanted to eat them!

Wait... did humans eat flowers? He forgot. Well, they ate many other oddities, so flowers couldn't be too unbelievable.

So, go into the shop, demand flowers and candy, destroy the counter-slave if it refused to tell him, repeat his brilliant excuse should he be asked questions, destroy the counter-slave if it asked too many questions, receive the flowers and candy... and blow up the shop afterwards to destroy all evidence. Yep, that sounded like it would work.

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Gaston was disappointed. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the shop itself, but... Well, he was a bit disappointed with his latest purchase. He had spotted it through the window of the Glass Bonsai and just had to buy it. The problem was, it wasn't what he had hoped for. To be fair, it looked almost identical to the magic mirror he had lost when he had first come to Paixao, but this one didn't seem to be able to show anyone anything. That was irritating, since Gaston had been hoping that he'd finally managed to recover the thing. Also annoying was the fact that he made himself look like an idiot in front of the shopkeeper by ordering the mirror to show him other people he knew in the city to no avail.

On the plus side, it was a perfectly good mirror and hadn't really cost that much. Gaston still wondered if it was the same one and just broken somehow. If so, maybe there was a way to get it fixed. He'd have to look for someone in the city who knew something about enchantments and magic, if such a person existed. It was worth a shot, anyway. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time.

He had just stepped out the door when he saw a familiar face, and not an especially welcome one at that. It was that loud green child-thing again. What was its name? Zing? Zilch? He didn't remember... All he recalled was Jack Skellington giving the kid a good scare the last time they'd met. Now THAT had been funny.

Hopefully, the little street urchin wasn't up to any more trouble today. Just to be on the safe side, though, Gaston decided to confront him. "So..." he said, marching over towards the miscreant. "What are you doing hanging around here today?"

Zim jumped as he was addressed, jarred from his continued plotting. Looking over to find the source of the interruption, he found a rather large, burly human. What was this worm thinking, addressing the great Zim as though they had met before?

"Hanging around?" Zim asked, running the phrase through his incredible brain. These humans had so many odd slang words and phrases that they threw around. Zim was not hanging from anything. How did that equate to standing there plotting evilly? Well, humans were odd (and stupid) enough to make them mean the same. "Zim is not hanging around!" he finally exclaimed, "I am simply... eh... Buying flowers and chocolates?"

It was the truth, but not the whole truth, not at all. The whole truth involved shiny, pretty explosions. They would send shrapnel flying everywhere and the people would scream like little smeets and cower in fear. Fear of him, ZIM! And, in the end, Zim would remain standing over the charred, mangled remains of the shop, one fist in the air and laughing, laughing maniacally, laughing like he had never laughed before! It would be a laugh of victory! Victory.... Victory! "VICTORY!" Zim finally screamed, caught up in his own little fantasy world.

He soon noticed his error. "Er... I mean... of victory. Yes. Flowers and chocolates of victory."

Gaston stared for a moment, although the outburst really didn't surprise him all that much. He already knew Zim was an odd one. He was pretty sure that the boy (if he actually was a boy - Gaston had seen enough odd things by this point to start to doubt that Zim was actually human, let alone a child) was mentally damaged and wouldn't make complete sense no matter how hard he was pressed.

"What, did you actually get a date with a girl?" the hunter inquired, since that seemed to be the best explanation for "victorious" chocolates and flowers. Had he actually found someone brain-damaged enough to go out with him?

He supposed it was entirely possible that Zim had some other, unknown reason for wanting flowers and chocolates... Either way, he was looking in the wrong place if he was hoping to be successful. "You know you won't find any in there," Gaston pointed out. "It's a pawn shop. They sell used merchandise, and you can only buy candy and flowers new..."

"Date? Is this one of those 'loooooove' things? ZIM NEEDS NO LOVE, ONLY POWER!" he responded. Of course, there were these shows on the television speaking of the "power of loooooove" and all that, but Zim was fairly certain that was a load of bunk, nothing more than stupid human propaganda that further made the humans into a mushy goo. And not the good kind of goo that comes from a human being destroyed, either. It was the icky, foul-smelling goo of human weakness and smell. The smell of loooooove.

There weren't any candy and flowers here? Curses! He would have to find another... Wait, "pawn shop?" "Pawn shop?" As in a place that sold pawns? This might prove some use in the end after all. But first he would have to extract some more information from the human in front of him. "A pawn shop you say? This is a shop that sells minions?"

"Mmhmm... Power..." Sadly, Gaston was barely surprised by the Zim creature's outburst about his personal desires. He had been half-expecting something along those lines. With all his talk of power and minions, Zim obviously thought he was a person of great importance. The hunter thought it was fairly obvious that he would never be anything more than a loudmouth nobody, or at the most someone's irritating sidekick. There were some people who could achieve greatness, and then there were those destined for obscurity. Zim was one of the latter, no matter what he chose to believe.

Still, Gaston wasn't going to tell him that. Why destroy his dreams? Maybe if he kept at it, he'd make it to mediocrity someday.

Gaston was willing to set him straight on the purpose of the shop, though. "No, not minions. It's not that kind of pawn. A pawn shop buys valuable goods from people who need money. The people have a few weeks to buy their goods back, but if they don't, the pawn shop resells it. You can find a lot of interesting knickknacks there... jewelry... maybe some furniture... Somehow I doubt you're looking for anything of that nature."

No minions? None at all? Zim was tempted to accuse the large human of lying, but that would take too much time. Time Zim didn't have. As much as he hated to admit it, he was simply going to have to take the word of this human when it came to whether the shop of pawns really was for pawns. But still... What in the world was a "knickknack?" It sounded painful. Maybe it'd come in handy. Yes, Zim would have to remember this shop. He'd get all the "knickknacks" that he could and use them against the humans. The pain they would feel would be endless in its... endlessness!

He had completely ignored the mention of jewelry and furniture. The human was right. Zim had no need for jewelry or furniture. They would be useless in this! Well, unless they had a Vortian couch in there, but that seemed rather unlikely. This place was too... subpar for it.

But the human seemed to have enough knowledge on the shops of this place. Perhaps Zim could manipulate him into telling him where he might find the items he needed. Manipulate, of course, would be simply asking him where the flowers and candy in this place were, but Zim would ask in a plotting, evil manner. And manipulate just sounded cooler. "So... If this shop of pawns isn't where I would find flowers and candy, where would Zim find it?"

"Well, for chocolates, I'd try Matinal's, over in the Joutenheim section of the city," Gaston replied, mulling over the possible locations of the items Zim was looking for. "There's also Aunte Unde's, a bit to the south of here. I'm not sure exactly what they sell, but you might find your candy there."

The hunter thought for a moment, then frowned. "I don't think you're going to be able to find flowers, though. You may have noticed, but there don't seem to be any real plants anywhere in the entire city. They're all fakes. As far as I know, there's no stores that sell them either." He shrugged expressively, since finding a flower shop had really been the least of his concerns. "You can still look if you want, though."

Oh, yes, Zim's powers of manipulation were incredible. No one could deny that Zim's incredible powers of manipulation were incredible. NO ONE! The human had fallen right into Zim's trap... his information trap. And it seemed that the human also knew quite a bit about this city. He might be useful for future outings.

But now he had some new destinations to check over. The loss of the flowers was a disappointment, but the fake flowers lying around this hunk of dirt and smell would likely do. Maybe he could add a few flamethrowers and laser shows to them to make them more impressive. That would do nicely.

And now there only left one problem. This store... what was he to do with it? Things hadn't gone according to Zim's plan. He had gotten no information from the counter slave; all of his information had come from the burly stink-beast before him. Did this mean that he would have to destroy the human here? Well, he couldn't do that. Not with the wealth of information he seemed to have.

Maybe he'd just go ahead and blow up the shop and counter slave anyway. They hadn't been useful, and it wasn't likely this place would miss one eensie weensie tiny little pathetic store. A pawn shop that didn't sell pawns! What a disgrace! And thus did the diminutive alien begin his muttered plans. Amongst excited, evil giggling like a schoolgirl, one could pick up words such as "lasers," "shiny," "boom," and "destruction," among others.

(OOC: Sorry for taking so long on this one... I fail...)

Gaston stared at Zim as the diminutive alien giggled and muttered to himself. The hunter was already beginning to tire of talking to the strange little being. It seemed he had some kind of chaos on his mind, which somehow didn't surprise Gaston at all.

"Well... have fun with that," he remarked, deciding to make an effort to extract himself from further entanglement with Zim. There were almost certainly more intelligent conversations to be had elsewhere (which in itself was saying something, since Gaston usually wasn't especially concerned with the intelligence involved in his conversations). "See you later..."

With that said, Gaston turned and headed off, hoping Zim wouldn't try to follow him.

((Hrk... I think I failed a little worse on this... er... a lot worse. o.o))

Zim simply moved his hand in a shooing motion as the human walked off. He was of no consequence to Zim's almighty plan of greatness! This puny shop was going down! It was going to be destroyed in a brilliant explosion of shininess and lasers and DOOM. Absolutely brilliant!

In an evil laugh that could likely be heard for a few blocks erupted from the little alien's mouth, and it was silenced a few minutes later with a loud gasp. What if that was what the humans here were waiting for him to do? What if that large human was nothing more than a plant to try and get him to reveal his secrets?! THIS WHOLE THING COULD BE NOTHING MORE THAN A TRICK!

Oh no, Zim was on to them. He wouldn't be fooled that easily. With a dark scowl, the Irken dashed off. "YOU WILL NOT FOOL ME! I AM ZIM!" he shouted, continuing on his way. This wouldn't happen again! Zim would find himself a base first. Then, he would continue with operations. Perhaps a few robot bees would work well enough for surveillance in this place.

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