"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?"