"FOOL!" Zim crowed at Dib, gleefully standing over the tied-up human. “You have crossed my path too many times in your pathetic investigations. And I am growing tired of this game.”
“What are you going to do?” Dib asked. Zim was delighted to hear a wave of fear in his voice.
“I’m going to have my breakfast,” Zim said, grinning.
“Breakfast? What do you—?
Before he could finish, Zim dived forward, and shoved the human’s head into his mouth. Dib squirmed and tried to push out, but the alien was stronger, and drooled all over the bare skin. Oh, these humans did taste delicious. Perhaps he should collect some of them as food samples for the Almighty Tallest.
He gulped, and the tiny human slipped past his lips, and entered his stomach. Dib fought and squirmed, but the Irken’s organ made fast work of him, and soon, Dib was no more.
Zim squatted down and let poop squirt from his buttocks. It was flecked with black cloth, that stupid lab coat the human always wears.
The alien cowered over his nemesis’s remains, and a wave of triumph washed over him. The pitiful human was now a true Dib-Stink—hah!
And now, he could enjoy his meal again.
“GIR!” the hungry alien screeched. “Get my latest, greatest invention!”
“Sure!” the robot squeaked happily. He rounded the corner, and returned with a frying pan. “Here it is!”
“NO, you fool!” Zim screamed. “Oh, I’ll get it myself, you unserviceable machine!”
“I’m useless? Yay!”
The invader ignored his useless assistant and turned the corner, grinning at his findings. There, standing proudly in his kitchen, was the Resurrection Machine. It was only the greatest creation in the /history/ of the Irken Empire! And now, he was going to finally use it.
“Get the remains of my enemy!” Zim ordered his robot. For once, Gir obeyed his orders to a T, and snatched up the poop that had once been Dib, plopping it into the Resurrection Machine’s chamber.
Zim pressed a few buttons on the machine and turned the knob. A beam zapped Dib’s remains, and a few seconds later, the human had returned, his eyes closed in the chamber. Then he began to stir.
“Oh. . .” Dib let out a tired groan. “My head! What happened?”
Invader Zim licked his lips, his alien tongue forking out of his mouth. “Now it’s time for lunch.”
