The Ultimate ZADAGABAGABAMATAZAGAMR novel
folder
+G through L › Invader Zim › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,164
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
+G through L › Invader Zim › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,164
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
the vomiting begins
The Ultimate ZADAGABAGABAMATAZAGAMR novel
written By ?????? for the express purpose of making Jhonen puke out his internal organs.
Oh, Btw, everyone in the story is 18. Yes, that's chronologically impossible. Deal with it.
Zim was sitting in his lab, as usual, pondering what that stupid Miss Bitters was blabbering on during the day. Boy was she a bitch. She might as well have been the lovechild of Barbara Streisand and Richard Nixon, and she looked like a combination of it as well. Zim yawned loudly, as an excited metal robot flew up to him using his rocket legs.
"Master?" GIR said.
"NOT NOW I TOLD YOU NOT TO STICK IT BACK THERE MOMMA!" Zim screamed in retaliation. Soon discovering it was only his sidekick, and not the inner fantasies that plagued his rotting mind, he asked GIR what was the matter.
"Master! I came across a vital tool for understanding humans!" GIR said in a brief flash of duty. Handing Zim a mysterious silver disk, Zim took it to his machine to be analyzed. GIR quickly ran away to enjoy more of the magic powder that hobo down the street kept snorting. Meanwhile, our favorite short green.....guy sat and watched the information stream to him in surround-sound for several hours.
Many hours later, Zim returned to his house to get ready for skool. GIR came running in with the bloody remains of some mutilated cow part and slammed it on the table, as if to be enjoyed for dinner.
"GIR! I'm late for Skool. I spent all night watching that damn Zoolander movie, and all it did was give me an appetite for mascara. Delicious mascara" Zim trailed off, munching the cosmetics kit he stole.
"I told you it was important!" Gir responded.
Several hours passed where the two simply stopped moving or talking.
"What's my line?" Zim screamed out.
"Your line is, 'golly gee willickers, I'd love some anal right now', Zim!" an angry voice boomed out.
"Who the hell is writing this damn fanfiction? I mean I've read some bad ones but DAMN!" Zim uttered.
"I don't care, just do it!"
Zim sighed. "Golly gee willickers I'd love some anal right now!" He recited.
"Master, you're late for Skool! Some more!" The obvious idiot said.
"Sweet jumping...er...something! You're right! How can I study this planet if I do not gain the necessary knowledge to infiltrate it's society! My mission is in peril! I'm going to die! WHY GOD WHY?"
"Er, perhaps master needs to go now."
"RIGHT! To tasty destruction, AWAY!"
written By ?????? for the express purpose of making Jhonen puke out his internal organs.
Oh, Btw, everyone in the story is 18. Yes, that's chronologically impossible. Deal with it.
Zim was sitting in his lab, as usual, pondering what that stupid Miss Bitters was blabbering on during the day. Boy was she a bitch. She might as well have been the lovechild of Barbara Streisand and Richard Nixon, and she looked like a combination of it as well. Zim yawned loudly, as an excited metal robot flew up to him using his rocket legs.
"Master?" GIR said.
"NOT NOW I TOLD YOU NOT TO STICK IT BACK THERE MOMMA!" Zim screamed in retaliation. Soon discovering it was only his sidekick, and not the inner fantasies that plagued his rotting mind, he asked GIR what was the matter.
"Master! I came across a vital tool for understanding humans!" GIR said in a brief flash of duty. Handing Zim a mysterious silver disk, Zim took it to his machine to be analyzed. GIR quickly ran away to enjoy more of the magic powder that hobo down the street kept snorting. Meanwhile, our favorite short green.....guy sat and watched the information stream to him in surround-sound for several hours.
Many hours later, Zim returned to his house to get ready for skool. GIR came running in with the bloody remains of some mutilated cow part and slammed it on the table, as if to be enjoyed for dinner.
"GIR! I'm late for Skool. I spent all night watching that damn Zoolander movie, and all it did was give me an appetite for mascara. Delicious mascara" Zim trailed off, munching the cosmetics kit he stole.
"I told you it was important!" Gir responded.
Several hours passed where the two simply stopped moving or talking.
"What's my line?" Zim screamed out.
"Your line is, 'golly gee willickers, I'd love some anal right now', Zim!" an angry voice boomed out.
"Who the hell is writing this damn fanfiction? I mean I've read some bad ones but DAMN!" Zim uttered.
"I don't care, just do it!"
Zim sighed. "Golly gee willickers I'd love some anal right now!" He recited.
"Master, you're late for Skool! Some more!" The obvious idiot said.
"Sweet jumping...er...something! You're right! How can I study this planet if I do not gain the necessary knowledge to infiltrate it's society! My mission is in peril! I'm going to die! WHY GOD WHY?"
"Er, perhaps master needs to go now."
"RIGHT! To tasty destruction, AWAY!"