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paixaorpg2007-12-16 01:13 pm
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Clash of the Egos [active]
Characters: Zim, Gaston, anyone else
Content: Zim begins his valiant search for flowers and candy!
Setting: The Glass Bonsai
Time: Morning
Warning: Zim
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.
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.
no subject
"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."