By Invader Sal
A conversation with
Not Gonna Die
You Could Be Happy By Snow Patrol
could such a perfect day turn so terribly wrong? I still ask my self
this question to this day, But with no one to answer. Accentually,
even the friend I was with when it happened can no longer answer me.
It was a simple day, probably the best I had ever had on this cursed
planet called Earth. I had came home from school, I wanted to stay
out here knowing that when I entered, Id see the mess that GIR had
made earlier, but when I entered the place was spotless.
I said, searching the room for my small robot. He soon popped out and
jumped on my head.
YES MASTER?!! He screamed at the top of
his voice. I lifted him from my head and placed him on the
Did you clean this? I asked incredulously. The place
was very, very, very clean. Probably cleaner then when I killed all
YES I DID!! GIVE ME A TACO!!! He had that dumb
smile on his face. I looked him all the way through; his disguise was
filthy (probably from all his work)! I removed a wallet from my
pocket. Lets seedrivers license, no I searched in till
I found at least five 10s in my wallet.
Ok, GIR. I, ZIM,
will get you a Taco! He squealed in happiness, Jumped on me, and
squeezed me pretty tight till I could feel my organs burst. Off
Me, GIR! I yelled in annoyance. He did as I said and we walked out
of our home.