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(  dib. )

       ( ♬ ) —— ❛Oh, trust me, I know                 your sister’s reputation.                 She’s the one with fuschia                 hair. Gaz, right?❜

  “Yeah, that’s her. You might like    her. You two dress similar.    Mostly black.”

(  dib. )

        ( ♬ ) —— ❛I’d love to, Dib. How’s                  seven-thirty sound? As                  long as I’m home by                  eleven, it should be okay                  with my parents. You’ll                  need to meet them first.❜

  “That--that’s perfect! I’ll meet your    parents, then you can meet my     dad! If he’s home, that is. If not,    then you can meet my sister.     Beware, though. She’s a bit scary.”

        ( ♬ ) —— ❛Dib, are—are you asking                  me out on a date?❜

  “Oh, good. You understood my incoherent    babbling.” He sighed in relief.   “Yes, Kat. I am.”

  “It’s not really something you can    fill up again without giving     compliments. And you mean my    glasses, right?”

“No- I don’t really think they’re called that.” She chuckled, as though Dib had said something funny. The girl’s disguise might be good, but she was a fish out of water.

  “You’re not from around here, are     you?” Dib already knew the answer to that. No, she wasn’t. Because she was an alien. She was acting like Zim in the sense that she didn’t know what some  basic human things were, like glasses.

(  dib. )

        ( ♬ ) —— ❛I’m well aware of how                  everyone treats you, Dib.                  That’s why I didn’t want to                  make the same mistake.                  Besides, I believe you.❜

  “Y--you believe me?” Dib never thought he’d live to see the day.   “Kat, that’s amazing! No one ever    believes me! I---I actually never    thought this day would come.” He wrapped his arms around the other, smiling brightly.

  “Okay, then. Sort of brings down    my daily self-esteem meter, but,    thanks, I guess?”

  “It’s not really something you can    fill up again without giving     compliments. And you mean my    glasses, right?”

(  dib. )

        ( ♬ ) —— ❛Dib, I know you’re just                  trying to help, but, it’s really                  not working. Thanks for                  trying, though. I appreciate                  it.❜

  “Being nice to you is sort    of my job. You’re the     only person in this entire    school who doesn’t think    I’m weird. Even the kids    in Paranormal Science    think I’m weird because I    know aliens are coming    and they don’t.”

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“I don’t think your head’s that big, really. I mean, like, it’s big? But- not like, huge or whatever.”

  “Okay, then. Sort of brings down    my daily self-esteem meter, but,    thanks, I guess?”

        ( ♬ ) —— ❛Oh, I’m just fine. I’m                  not being sarcastic. I                  really am fine.❜

  “I know ‘fine’ when I see    it. And you are definitely    not ‘fine’.”

exCUSE ME HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CANNOT HURT, HUMAN. UNLESS HIS NAME IS VAN HOHENHEIM, I’LL HURT WHOEVER THE FUCK I WANT TO.

it’s kind of my job to hurt zim. i’m not saying i’m not rooting for you, but, it’s just-- i need him alive so i can prove aliens exist.

oh god what have i done

you’ve done the universe a great favor

you sure about that? because i didn’t exactly want zim dead.

ok lets end this quickly then.

excuse me, but, i’m the only one allowed to hurt zim.

(  dib. )

        ( ✂ ) —— ❛No problem, dickstain.❜

  “You know, I hate you sometimes.”

(  dib. )

        ( ✂ ) —— ❛Um, everyone on the planet?                  Besides, I can’t love anyway. I                  wasn’t born with that capability.❜

  “Thanks for telling me that now,     shithead.”