Backstory

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I walk out of the room, and into Dibs house, still halfway crying. I run into Gaz playing some game
"What's your problem?" She asks
"Zim... he just basically *sniff* killed himself, to save me..." I say
"That sounds cool." She says
"How is that cool?" I ask
"Huh? Oh, no not you. My game. I just got an upgrade."
"You really don't care do you?"
"Huh? No, not really..."
"Ugh, stupid fucking human!" I say angrily and storm out of the house.

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I get back to the house, and have to explain to Muir and Gir what happened. After I do that I head to my room, I need to be alone, I need to think of something to do about it... but what?

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(Zim POV)

I'm sitting in the back of these humans van, with the Dib human.
"Zim, guess what I just got again, after your gnomes destroyed the last ones I had?" Dib asks
"What Dib?" I ask
"The handcuffs that knock all alien beings unconscious!" Dib says
"Good for you!" I say I'm not really feeling it right now
"So I'm gonna try them out!"
I sigh "go ahead!" I say holding my wrists out to him
"Well... aren't you... okay." Dib says and puts the handcuffs on me.
I takes a second, but than I fall asleep.
When I open my eyes, I'm strapped to a table.
With Dib standing over me. "What is that thing?" He asks pointing to something that the man had.
"My PAK! What are you doing to my PAK?" I ask-yell
"What is this 'PAK'? What do you use it for?" The woman asks
"Why do you care?" I ask
"You should tell us, or we might do something drastic." She says
"Don't say that." I say
"Why? What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing, just don't say it..."
"Isn't Jet always saying that to you?" Dib asks
"Yes." I answer
"Why? Does she use it to get what she wants?" Dib asks
"No, it's kinda like the word that symbolizes our friendship... that's all." I say getting quieter the more I talk.
"Like... how?" Dib asks
"You wanna here a story?" I ask
"Uhh"
"Just listen! We were about seven or eight at the time..."

(Flash back)

I hear screaming, I don't really care, but I go to investigate anyway.
I

see Spleen, Invader Spleen, fried to a crisp. He's alive, but he's still fried.
I see this girl standing there holding a flamethrower.
She's laughing, than she stops and stands next to me to admire her work.
Then she glances at me and says, "do you think that was too drastic?"
"Eh, could be better..." I say
"Yeah, your right..." she says "hi I'm Jet!" She smiles at me
"Zim." I say

(Flash back over)

"Ever since then we've been friends." I explain
"Strange..." Dib says
"Not really..." I say

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