Zim the Warlord Chapter 6 Preview

"And, of course, this is ignoring the mass chaos humans will unleash on each other over this," Gaz realized with a scowl.

"Gaz!" Dib attempted to scold.

"What? People are already stupid and fight for stupid reasons. You know people are going to fight like never before with all of...this going to happen," Gaz countered with a glare.

"You don't think they might not unite in the face of this new, more dangerous workl?" Dib pointed out.

"They might," Zim interrupted, shrugging at thier surprise. "I have seen far stranger things. Besides, these beasts are still merely beasts. Most are not inherently out to harm humanity for the sake of it."

"Well, that's some releif," Dib said, his tension lessening. "But why are you so worked up over it?"

"Dib-stink, this place is going to be a whole new planet after another solar cycle, for all intents and purposes. I am going to have to start many of my plans from scratch, AGAIN, right after I had been getting through mess my coma created," Zim explained dryly.

"I....can't feel sympathy for that," Dib informed slowly.

"Nor does Zim desire it, Dib, nor does Zim desire it," Zim responded blandly. "Now off with you, begone from my base!"

"Oh, come on! You're still throwing me out?" Dib asked in exasperation.

"I still intend to conquer this miserable rock,  you worm-monkeys might actually be grateful when I do," Zim pointed out, eyeing Dib skeptically. "Do you plan to continue thwarting me?"

"Well, yeah, obviously," Dib answered with an eyeroll.

"Than yes. Bye!" Zim declared as a tube shot down, covering Dib before sucking him up and flinging him out to the street, which Zim and Gaz watched on the monitor.

"Jerk," Dib grumbled as he walked away.

"Note to self, get trashcan to throw Dib into," Zim quibbed to himself.

"So, why am I still here?" Gaz asked curiously. "Cause I'm getting pizza unless you say something."

"Something," Zim answered, grinning at her annoyance. "But in all honesty, yes, Zim does have a great mission he thought the Gaz-slave might be interested in attending with him."

"What, you want me to help you conquer the world?" Gaz asked with a snort.

"Oh no. No, no, no. Well, not this one, but maybe some other time," Zim mused with interest as he dismissed the numerous screens with a wave of his hand, replacing it with a space map showing a rather large blinking icon of an irken ship. "As I mentioned, my changes are not normal to my kind. To avoid any, ahem, misunderstanding between myself and my leaders, I have deactivated some of my Pak's transmission while monitoring for any talk or suspicious activities that could be related to it."

"And since we're talking about it, I'm guessing you found some?" Gaz deduced, hands on her hips.

"I did," Zim answered proudly.

"I did," Computer corrected evenly.

"Just like Zim programmed him too," Zim countered, still sounding proud.

"The point, please?" Gaz requested.

"Patience, Gaz-slave! Do not rush your master!" Zim scolded, still grinning.