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Zim: dang, we have to go back to school



Skittles: yeah, summer went by fast. But, this is our last year of school that is mandatory of course, we could go to college



Zim: but, I thought you were only thirteen



Skittles: Irken years



Zim: uhh, but, wouldn't that still make you an ninth grader



Skittles: skipped some grades



Zim: then why would you want to go college



Skittles: to make me look smart



Zim: you would finish it in a minute. Now, hurry, we're going to be late



  • ring*



Teacher: it seems two students seem to be tar-



  • crash through window*



Skittles and zim: are we late?!



Teacher: *sweat drop* no. hello my name is Mr. Doe



Pd: that's a very generic name



Mr. Doe: well my first name is john-



Pd: john Doe? Doesn’t that apply to men that don't have an identity; the female name is Jane Doe. Is that your wife's name



Mr. Doe: *embarrassed* actually, yes



Pd: I knew it! You’ve been brain washed



Skittles: very deceptive



Mr. Doe: * eyes open* my memories, they're coming back to me. My real name is-



  • alarm*



Voice: it is a code red, a code red!



Dib: what does a code red stand for?



Pd: the regaining of memory



Skittles: remember, it was during the school election in sixth grade



Dib: oh yeah, but a least it made Willy smarter



Zim: I remember, oh, *sarcastically* and I still give you my thanks for that



Dib: I hate you



Voice: brain washes the students, too



  • powder*



Zieta: what, what happened?



Old kid: I don't remember where I live



Skittles: that didn't affect me



Zim: or me



Pd: how idiotic



Thorn: tell me about it



Dib: what, what happened?



Skittles, zim, Pd, thorn: *roll their eyes* humans



Mr. Doe: hello my name is mister doe



Pd: here we go again



Thorn: don't say anything or I will shove my hand down your throat and rip out your vocal chords



Pd: we don't have any, Irken only have one organ



Dib: really? Isn’t it a seedy smooch?



Zim, thorn, Pd: squeedly spooch



GIR: i'mma sammach



Zim: go home GIR



Mr. Doe: you know the rules zim, no pets



Zim: go home GIR



GIR: okkkkkaty



Thorn: oh-kat-ay?



Pd: can I just go home so that I can go back to killing zim



Skittles: trying to kill zim



Pd: shut up



Thorn: if you want to go home, come outside at recess



  • At recess*



Thorn: light this match



  • Pd throws it into the skool*



Thorn: *shocked* I wasn't going to do that at all!



Pd: what were you going to do then?



Thorn: smoke a cigarette to get suspended



Pd: oh well, now there won't be skool for a couple months



Dib: knowing how cheap this school is, more like a couple weeks



Zim: let’s go home



  • walk away, skool on fire, people screaming*



Thorn: that was fun