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| - Scientist 1: What are we going to do? In only a matter of hours the alien scourge will bring the human race to its knees! Scientist 2: I know! Let's build a giant space station, evacuate all the people, and live among the stars! Scientist 1: There's not enough time for that! Scientist 2: Can we build a small station and just evacuate all the scientists? Female Scientist: Allow me to make a demonstration. Scientist 2: Right! We'll destroy them with pepper! Female scientist: The aliens are allergic... to GERMS! GIR: Hooray for Earth! Zim: GIR! Earth is our enemy! GIR: I understand. Zim: Stupid human propaganda! The very concept of a superior alien species being felled by something as pathetic as...germs... is sheer fantasy! Do they really believe that could happen? The scene cuts to Zim sitting at a chair in his lab learning about germs from his computer. Computer: Trying to conquer an alien world? Remember, never underestimate the small threats... like GERMS! Computer: Yes, germs. Every planet has them, and many an invading life form has been thwarted by these invisible enemies. Zim: It's true! Computer: So whether you are out conquering worlds or are just concerned about these tiny pests, make sure you're prepared with a pair of germ-spotting microgoggles. Computer: Click here for a free five-second demo. Zim: Oooh, neat! Zim: Now, let's see this mighty human threat! Computer: Demo mode activated. Computer: Wasn't that neat? Thank you for trying microgoggles. If you like what you saw, please order the full version. Computer: Thank you. Please wait for delivery. Zim: So... much... filth! GIR: Let's go to my room, pig! Zim: I never even suspected that the battle for the planet would ever take place in my own fortress! Hear me now, germs! Prepare yourselves for destruction! Zim: Ah. The stink of clean! Germ: Oh...ick! Germ: *reaching to the skyWHY? WHY? falls over* Zim: Another win for the Irken army! Clean lemony fresh victory is mine! GIR: Alright, see you later, pig! GIR: I'm gonna roll around the floor for a little bit, kay? Zim: GIR, what are you doing? Stop immediately! You're disgusting! GIR: Aw, somebody needs a hug! Zim: No, no, no, no, NO GIR NO! GIR: I'm gonna hug you! Zim: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Zim: The enemy...regrouping! Worse...than I thought! Neighbor: Mmmm hmmmm.... GIR: I still got a hug in me! Zim: Not gonna get me. Germs, chewing my squeedly spooch. Not my squeedly spooch, you don't. What about the mission? What about the mission? I should report in, but, the germs. Explody germs. So many germs. The mission! The mission. I have a job to do! I am an invader! I can't let these germs make me lose sight of the bigger MISSION! The skool! The skool will know I've been missing! They must be really suspicious by now! Chunk: Hey, where's Zim? Mongo Slunchy: Hmmm? I dunno. Zim: And I haven't reported to the Tallest in too long! They will be worried about me! Mustn't alarm them! Computer: Incoming report from Earth. Purple: Zim. You know we really should've given him a mission on a sun or a planet of broken glass or something... Red: Or one of those exploding head planets. Purple: (Answering transmission) Yes, what is it now, Zim? Zim: Sirs. I apologize for not reporting in, but- Excuse me. Zim: All is going well, nothing too big to report aside from the usual- Ah! Would you look at the size of that one! Zim: No! No! I'm almost out of disinfectant! All hope will be lost if I don't get more! Never! MMAHA! But, I'm not giving up! I'LL DESTROY YOU! And you, and you, AND YOU! Purple: Did that scare you too? Zim: GIR! Zim: Pay attention, GIR. We have to go to the store to pick up some more cleaning things. I need as much as I can get, so you'll have to help me carry stuff. Zim: You're still so germy! But it'll have to do. Zim: I need to save some of this for the trip. Come, GIR! GIR: Look, there it is. GIR: Lemme try. Zim: No GIR! The germs! Zim: My germ spray! GIR! COME BACK! Lady: Are you next in line? Zim: Horror... Zim: GIR! The disinfectant! Where is it? GIR: Oh, I lost it. GIR: Wanna bite! Zim: Wait a minute! Zim: There are no germs on this thing! Zim: Completely germ free! Zim: How is this possible? Zim: How can this be? Zim: You! Burger lord! How is it that this meat is so pure, so perfect? Burgerlord: Well, it all started in 1962... Burgerlord: Utilizing advances in modern food synthesis, scientists at NASA began work on a germ hostile space meat- Burgerlord: -to be used during long expeditions into deep space! Burgerlord: Only recently has their hard work paid off. Burgerlord: As even more advances in the field of space meat have been made and applied to what is now called "Operation Meat". Burgerlord: Seeing this as a way to end their streak of being sued by angry costumers poisoned by their burgers, the Mac Meaties corporation decided to try this miraculous space meat. Burgerlord: Not having access to that technology, we make ours out of napkins. Zim: Ingenious. This gives me an idea, greasy burger man. Yes! A way around the germs! A way I can resume my mission and deal with the germ enemy without bringing any attention to myself! Yes, yes! The answer is in the meat! Zim: Give me all the meat! Zim: How ya doin'?
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