Jay wrote:Dib glared at Zim as he went, "I swears it..."
He looked from underneath his desk, quickly snapping up uncontrollably, "ALIEN!!!!"
He started panting heavily, looking around him feverishly.
(Tak's been kicking the back of Dib's chair)
Stopping, and sitting with her usual bad posture, she tapped the side of her face with her fingers consecutively with her elbow resting on the desk. She began to ponder whether the flailing meat bag in front of her could possibley be of some use. He was more aware than the others and his head was rather big...
Scribbling something out of a wad of toilet paper from within her desk, (vs notebook paper because of budget cuts) she crumpled it up and it slowly floated over Dib's shoulder. The hand-writing was perfect, like it was printed from the computer 'Meet me whenever this little filth hole lets out'
He's not having a seizure, he's just roffling. • Behind every great woman, there is an ass. • Fuck Salt! - Tourette's guy