Ms. Bitters: No... No... NNOOO!! The squirrels hop off the windowsill in fear. Ms. Bitters angrily clenches the phone in her hand. Inaudible dialogue can be heard. She brings it back up to her ear. Ms. Bitters: You'll pay for this one! Ms. Bitters: Class! Despite my moral outrage, the Skool Principal is allowing you to celebrate Valentine's Day this year. Miss Bitters (resentfully sarcastic): Go ahead. Pass out your Valentine's meat slabs. It's traditional. Zim: I-I left my meat at home. Sorry, I sort of forgot it, uh.... Zim:...GET THAT OUT OF MY FACE! Ms. Bitters: You don't wanna know. Zim: Eh?