Guess what losers!
School is about to get a lot more interesting. You can say goodbye to those humdrum days of absolute boringness where you pass the time making spitballs and watching the seconds tick away.
Yes, yours truly will be gracing your educational facility starting this semester with a brand new course.
European history.
We'll be taking a special look at certain military aspects over the centuries because how could any of you not study this stuff.

_{[see: every "awesome" thing he's ever done back in the day.]}

Prepare yourselves. Students in New Moore have gone too long without knowing just how awesome certain countries are. But thanks to me, Gilbert Beilschmidt, that era is now over!

See you when school starts.

[The camera turns on in a darkened room. The only shape that can be seen is the outline of someone who is only faintly highlighted in green.]

Hideous. Absolutely hideous. How can anyone live like this? I see the other children playing on the streets outside... carefree. Oh how I long to join them. But how? How can I? I do not appear as the other children do... I am a monster. What shall I do with myself?

[The head of the person turns, revealing one large, red, insect-like eye.]

I want to join the other children. I want to be normal. But I cannot. I appear to be attached to some sort of life-support system. Efforts to remove the device have only ended in weakness, and should I be without it for long, I fear even death.

When one looks this way, and cannot even survive on his own, what must one do to adapt?

Excellent. The perfect time of year to study more about this "Christmas" phenomenon that seems to entrance people around the winter months. It's always so fascinating watching the change in the humans from their normal, selfish and greedy lives. Is there something in the air? The water? Something that causes this shift in behavior? Perhaps over the coming weeks I will resign myself to extensive research. I may require... samples.

I got moved! I got moved! Guess who up~grade~d? M̲͇ͬ͊̾é̛̔ͯͬ̔̈͏̖͎̟̲̖̱͓ḛ̡͓̖͎̻͕̐ͯͥ͆͡ͅe͛̇ͩͧee! I got a guardian now. Yeah! Never had one of those! Is it like a mom or something? Oh man oh man I don't know what this is but YES. I'm going to miss the pit though so here's the deal, Aino Minako, whoever you are you lucky lucky lady with one Vanellope in your living space. We're putting a ballpit in the middle of the living room! And race car beds! That's happening. Yup.

When do we pillow fight? That's a thing guardians do right? Or is that slumber parties... CAN WE HAVE THOSE?

And school. What's that about? What's going on there? Someone give me the awesomeness rating on that.

Halloween approaches?! Why did no one tell me?! There's so little time to prepare! Where will I find window reinforcements? Should I choose a blade or a blunt instument to fend off he candy demons?

I must find shelter. Yes... Shelter away from these horrible...

No. Not this year. This year I fight back against the monsters. They will mot take ZIM's.blood-candies, no. I will defend my blood until my very last breath if I have to!

Hey, Real-life Baby? Can you do a fellow robotic a solid and stop crying for a couple hours? I know I don't actually need to sleep, but I kinda like it.

Why has ZIM been charged withthe imitated care and rearing of a human child? Haven't they figured out yet that the most efficient way to raise them is to have them programmed with this knowledge already? The thing is a robot, after all. Clearly there are some design flaws that the engineers have yet to work out. Pathetic fools, they should know how to design a simple robot that can at least do menial tasks, otherwise, what good is it? I also noticed the distinct lack of heat rays or weaponry. How is it expected to defend itself?

ZIM will take this prize, don't you worry. You other children shouldn't even try, for mine will be the best, most efficient baby of all. And then the prize shall be mine. Yes. Give to ZIM!

My intelligence tells me that you are capable in finding metals, and, as I understand it, have quite the talent for it. I should like to inquire about your services, and, should your labors prove to be fruitful, offer my technological advances to your cause. I too grow weary and SICK of being on this filthy, claustrophobic rock and wish off of it. I believe that the two of us could be powerful allies, should you agree to these terms.

Shall we meet and discuss these terms more in person?

[The feed is horrendously filled with static, but beyond that, shows ZIM, face grossly swollen and bruised in places so that his massive red eyes are nearly swollen shut. Antennae are bent and there appears to be at least one broken metal rod sticking out of his back. His voice is weak and breaking, though he clears it, trying to steady himself.]

My Tallest. My attempt to learn more about the technology used by the natives and non-natives on the island has met an... unexpected end. [Clearly, this transmission is not meant for you.] Individually, the humans are weak, pathetic, and often stupid, but I have made an interesting discovery: When grouped together, much like a deadly swarm of skleegax, they can present themselves to be admittedly formidable.

Much more research is needed... and... a recuperation period for my skeleton to align itself back into place.

This concludes my report. Invader ZIM, signing off. [ZIM salutes the camera, standing as straight as he can possibly manage before the feed goes completely blank.]

WHO: ZIM, Tony Stark, and any other Avengers at Stark Tower who want to play.
WHAT: ZIM needs stuff. ZIM wants to get stuff. ZIM breaks in to Stark Tower to
WHEN: Late Saturday night.
WARNINGS: Gonna be some fighting up in here. Maybe some language. If you don't like that stuff, why are you even in this game? Go knit some socks.

( ZIM had been camped outside Stark Tower for hours at a time for days on end )

Zim, is it? I have come to understand that we are now roommates. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Different question

what is math

the only answer Teddie can come up with is "impossible"



Sensei??? Why do they want me to find "x"

Why can't "x" find itself

PLease anyone can feel free to answer

Greetings, metal man.

It has recently come to my attention that you are in possession of a number of interesting objects and pieces of technology. As a purveyor of fine equipment and enthusiast of scientific endeavors myself, I should like to have a look at some of your pieces. Purely in the interest of science and admiration of such fine craft, of course.

You see, I am a student at the local elementary school, and as a student there, I wish to begin researching for future projects, and, of course, for future prospects as well. You see, when I grow up, I wish to become an engineer, and a scientist. A title you might recognize, surely.

When can I schedule an appointment to have a discussion with you?

These are seriously the worst Games I've ever seen.

When is somebody going to kill something?

[Rodney is seated at his desk, looking very displeased indeed. A strange orange... thing is sitting next to him.]

Oh, yes, yes, New Moore, this is the week to have fun at my expense, isn't it? Clearly, sending me a ZPM [astute listeners will note he says "zed" instead of "zee"] when I don't actually need one is your idea of a joke, yes? Kicking me while I'm down, as it were. These things don't exactly grow on trees! Well, I'm not going to let this put me in a bad mood! No siree, nope! I'm instead going to hoard this precious gift and take it back with me when I am finally able to escape this island.

SO. THERE.

[The feed clicks off.]

[Text, filtered to The Once-ler]

Mr. Once-ler, it seems you're my new housemate, and you may have witnessed me curled up in the fetal position and looking pathetic on my bed. I assure you, I am usually much more animated, and I look forward to meeting you.

It has come to my attention that you have commandeered an alien vessel. Have I been misinformed or is this information correct? I should like to see the thing. I have much experience with alien technology and believe that I may be of some value should it need repairing or a functional weapons system.

so... hot... How do you people thrive in such close proximity to a demon star like this?! The air... it chokes me with its stifling heat. It's... maddening.