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Little is known about the episode. What ''is'' known, however, is that [[Tak]] was to be the main antagonist, and there would be a [[SIR]] competition (presumably an arena battle or a series of challenges), which [[GIR]] wins and in the process destroys all the other competing SIRs except two. The purpose of the competition is presumably to prove which Invader was superior to the others. Another possiblility is to decide the best [[SIR]] unit of them all (hence the title). [[Invader Tenn]] would have also made an appearance and had a somewhat significant role, or, at least, more than she had in previous episodes. [[Skoodge]] would have helped [[Zim]] enter the tournament, but would have had his robot eliminated, quite possibly due to Tak's sabotaging. |
Little is known about the episode. What ''is'' known, however, is that [[Tak]] was to be the main antagonist, and there would be a [[SIR]] competition (presumably an arena battle or a series of challenges), which [[GIR]] wins and in the process destroys all the other competing SIRs except two. The purpose of the competition is presumably to prove which Invader was superior to the others. Another possiblility is to decide the best [[SIR]] unit of them all (hence the title). [[Invader Tenn]] would have also made an appearance and had a somewhat significant role, or, at least, more than she had in previous episodes. [[Skoodge]] would have helped [[Zim]] enter the tournament, but would have had his robot eliminated, quite possibly due to Tak's sabotaging. |
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| − | THE FOLLOWING IS THE REAL SCRIPT I DID NOT MAKE THIS UP I SWEAR |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: TAK'S ESCAPE POD |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">We open up in a darkened, cramped, deeply claustrophobic interior of Tak's escape pod. Specifically, at Tak's tired, exhausted face. Her eyes are closed, her breath is still, and the lighting on her face suggests that she's been this way for quite a considerable amount of time. Then, after a good 15 seconds of scene-setting, the reflection of a computer screen appears on her face, along with some corresponding computer chatter. Her eyes remain closed as the computer reflection continues ticking away. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">A direct shot at the computer screen reveals a list of calculations of co-ordinates in Irken running down the screen before clicking and transforming into a diagram of a nearby planet, with corresponding Irken symbols indicating important points, as well as numerous intervening clips of starcharts and a real-time view of the planet itself. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">We cut back to Tak, who still has her eyes closed while the reflection continues to clip back and forth between various factors before finally clipping to an image of the Irken Corporate Logo and clipping further to what appears to be some kind of promotional video. The audio clips in and while the voice drones on Tak's eyes begin to open. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">COMMERCIAL |
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| − | Welcome one, welcome all to the sporting event of the season! I hope you got yer tickets ready 'cos this is gonna be one heck of a ride! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">As Tak drearily views the screen, we cut back towards it, showing images of a CG'ed logo in Irken in front of a planet, apparently the one Tak's pod is approaching, before cutting to clips of SIR units engaged in all sorts of tasks like boosting, blowing stuff up, engaging in gladiatorial fights, and views of a large crowd in stalls and special floating booths cheering deliriously, all while the audio drones on. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">COMMERCIAL |
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| − | As it's time, once again, for the FIRST ANNUAL 48-HOUR SIR-A-THON! Promising thrills! Drama! Excitement! Things getting blown up a lot! And, of course, a chance to witness the equipment of the best of the Irken Elite in use for the first time ever! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">We cut back to Tak for the next part, and as the audio continues we see her eyes narrowing and her rage palpably building up inside of her. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">COMMERCIAL |
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| − | And by the best, I mean the 32, the only, the INVADERS! The best in the Irken Army who will be there on the planet Olympia, IN PERSON, to see the best of Irken military engineering guided by those very select few who made the grade! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">We again cut back to the screen, seeing the SIR units standing proud alongside their Invader owners. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">COMMERCIAL |
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| − | You have to be pretty darn talented to make this lot, and you can't help but admire these brave Irkens who do their very best to serve the Empire- |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">The screen shorts out as Tak buries his fist in the screen. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: ZIM'S BASE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim is staring, captivated, by the commercial on screen. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">COMMERCIAL |
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| − | So get in line and get to planet Olympia for the VERY FIRST ANNUAL 48-HOUR SIR-A-THON! DO THE EMPIRE PROUD! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ENDORSEMENT |
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| − | This advertisement is brought to you by the Irken Cocoa Corporation. The Irken Cocoa Corporation takes no responsibility if you bash your skull on the monitor expecting chocolate to appear. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">The screen goes blank. But Zim remains transfixed. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Who do their very best to serve the empire! (Zim honks with glee) Eeeeheheheeee... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">A sound of high-pitched shrieking permeates the chamber, distracting Zim for a moment. He ignores it for the longest time until his face collides very violently with the screen as GIR clings to his head. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | HEEEELP MEEEE! SAVE ME FROM THE CONES! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Ack! Get off of me! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim and GIR keep struggling until Zim manages to collect the effort to hold GIR by the neck and hold him in front of his bruised, exceptionally irritated face. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | WHAT!...do you want...GIR? (trying very hard to keep himself under control) |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | The cones! They follow me wherever I go! Don't let the cones eat my head! (looks down) AAAAAH! THERE THEY ARE! GO AWAY! AAAAH! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR begins kicking and screaming while Zim struggles to retain a grip. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | GIR! Stop this instant! They're just your legs! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR stops kicking and looks down at his legs with a newfound sense of wonderment. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | Woooo... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Now if you could just... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | HI MISTER LEG! HI MISSUS LEG! YOU DON'T NEED BE SCARED NO MORE! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE NOW! I wanna go show them the kitchen! That okay? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | GIR! Oh...we have a serious problem GIR. (sets GIR down, who continues concentrating on his legs. He brings one up and twiddles around with it with palpable delight, does the same with the other, and then tries it on the both of them, with disastrous results) I have been invited to a special Invader festival where SIR units compete with each other, however you do not seem of adequate intelligence to take part. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | My legs betrayed me! I forgive you legs! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | As you can see. (turns back and starts rummaging amongst materials on the tabletop) But, it doesn't seem we have a choice. The contest starts tomorrow and I want to get there in time to get a good seat at the podium. The back seats are HORRIBLE. However, to ensure some degree of success, I propose that you, GIR, do EXACTLY what I say or else...(pulls out a large, novelty plastic duck while wearing a sinister grin on his face)...THE DUCK GETS IT! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR screams for an extended period of time before abruptly stopping and giggling. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | Hehe...duck... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Just come on! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim moves to exit the chamber with GIR in tow, who's looking down at his moving legs with unbridled fascination, continuing to walk on the spot while Zim stops in the middle of the chamber. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Minimoose! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Minimoose appears from the rafters and peeps in recognition. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Minimoose, I'm heading away with GIR for a few days, make sure no one enters while we are away, and if they do, be sure to inflict such pain as has never been inflicted in the history of pain. CAN YOU INFLICT SUCH PAIN? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Minimoose squeaks cheerily. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | EXCELLENT! Come GIR! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim exits the chamber with GIR, who's still transfixed by his legs. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: ZIM'S HOUSE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">The top of Zim's house opens and the Voot Runner heads off into the night sky. Dib's swollen head pops out of some nearby bushes in response. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">DIB |
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| − | Finally! Doesn't he EVER leave? Okay, time for infiltration. THE DEFENCE OF EARTH BEGINS...NOW! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: ZIM'S HOUSE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Dib jumps through a window, ready to punce forth until he stops short at the sight of minimoose, who squeaks in response. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">DIB |
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| − | What are you doing here? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Squeak. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">DIB |
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| − | Defending the base? What are you gonna do then? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Squeak. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">DIB |
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| − | I see, so you're going to inflict such pain as has never been inflicted in the history of pain? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Squeak. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">DIB |
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| − | Actually, that'd be quite impressive. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Minimoose promptly floats forward and bops Dib lightly on the nose. Dib doesn't so much as flinch, while Minimoose retains a blank look on his face. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">DIB |
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| − | Well, it WAS pain inflicted as had never been inflicted in the history of pain, I'll give you that much. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">A long pause ensues. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">DIB |
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| − | So, uh, be seeing you then. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Dib climbs back out the window and scutters off. Minimoose peeps in triumph. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: THE MASSIVE, IN ORBIT AROUND PLANET OLYMPIA |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">The Massive, along with a substantial chunk of the armada, and a vast amount of other craft that apparently act as transport ships, heading down towards the planet. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TECHNICIAN (O.S |
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| − | We have achived orbit above planet Olympia! |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED (O.S |
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| − | About time! Who would've thought a toilet break would last that long! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: THE MASSIVE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Red is standing upright and glaring at his technicians, while Purple is sitting comfortably, staring at the sports highlights on the monitor. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | Hey, it wasn't my fault that you don't seem to trust the Massive's bathroom facilities. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | Those were VORTIAN-DESIGNED bathroom facilities! Who knows what they could have booby-trapped it with! Besides, people keep clogging up the pipes with tissue paper, that stuff COSTS y'know! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | Relax, we're here already. AND KEYED-UP FOR EXTREME SPORTING ACTION! YEEEAH! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TECHNICIAN |
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| − | INCOMING TRANSMISSIOOOON!...from an unidentified vessel off our port bow. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | Awww...the extreme sporting actiooon... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | Just patch it through! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak appears on the screen, looking extremely exhausted after six months in a tube, and in a pod that's blatantly about to disintegrate. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | My Tallest! I've reached you at last! None of my calls went through but after long...PAINFUL months of drifting, I'm finally home! Safe! Free! Now if you could... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | Wait...wait...who are you anyway? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | But...I'm Tak! Fearsome Invader! Scourge of the universe and all that! I contacted you six months ago about replacing Zim! You agreed! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | If it happened, I'm sure I would have remembered it... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | No...wait...I think I remember you. You failed didn't you? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | Well, yes. But he had allies! It was a fluke! I could try again, I'm sure! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | With what? You're not an Invader. You're stuck in a tube made from stolen parts. Technically you're nothing more than a fugitive janitor. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | I'm much more than that! I've gone halfway across the universe on my own initiative! Surely that means something! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | No, it just means you're a defective who refuses to see the facts. I'd blow you out of the stars right now if I could bring myself to care. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | I can! (presses button) |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: THE MASSIVE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">A pulse leaves the Massive and explodes close to Tak's pod, sending it screaming towards the surface. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: THE MASSIVE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">The Tallest are both giggling incessantly. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | Oh you... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TECHNICIAN |
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| − | INCOMING TRANSMISSIOOOON!...from a Voot Runner off our starboard side. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | A Voot Runner? But no one uses 'em anymore except...oh no. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">The screen temporarily goes static as Zim appears. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Greetings my Tallest! I have squeegly feelings inside me as I announce my GLORIOUS entry into this contest! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | What are YOU doing here? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | I'm an Invader with a SIR, right? Well, here I am! Ready for the Irken Empire to bow down before the greatness that is ZIIIM!...and his robot. (he accepts the latter part only very grudgingly) |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | Robot? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR appears on camera wearing a bee suit. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | YEEEEEEE! I'M GONNA MAKE HONEY! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | You can't join the competition! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Why not? I'm an Invader with a SIR unit after all. Those are the rules. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | Ugh...FINE! You can attend. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | WHAT? NO HE CA- (is muffled by Red) |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | Just get out of our sight, will you please? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | Honeeeey... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Of course sirs! Anything to please my Tallest! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | Last chance... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">The screen finally goes blank and Red lets go of Purple. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | But...but...CHAOS! DEATH! DESTRUCTION! REALLY BAD STUFF! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | Get a hold of yourself! We can't go blurting out that he's not really an Invader NOW, we wouldn't know WHAT he'd do. He might've blown up half the fleet on the spot or something. |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | We have to get rid of him at some point! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | Just be patient. Besides, don't you have something better to do? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | Oh yeah. EXTREME SPORTING ACTION! WOOOO! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | That's more like it. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: TAK'S POD, ON THE PLANET SURFACE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak had been listening in all along via a link in her crashed pod. The planet's surface is grey rock below a dark sky, with plenty of lights in the distance. Debris is scattered around but the pod seems mostly intact. Tak's sanity, however, is something else. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | I don't believe this. That half-wit gets a comfy place in an all-star tournament while I get the boot! (rips out the electronics in frustration and throws it towards the sky) THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, TALLEST! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: PLANET'S SURFACE, LONG SHOT |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | DON'T THINK YOU CAN PUSH ME AROUND FOREVER! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: TAK'S POD, ON THE PLANET SURFACE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The look of extreme scorn gives way to a sudden realisation. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | Mimi? MIMI? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak scrambles around the back of the pod to find a box, and she's relieved to find it intact. She opens it up, and we can see the disassembled pieces of Mimi still in functionary condition. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim's cruiser is parked in a spaceport garage area, while a line of Irkens is congesting around a customs desk. Zim is busy arguing with the official while GIR zooms around, still in the bee suit, making buzzing noises. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | What do you mean, "not on the list"? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | Okay, I've said it around seventeen times now. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Eighteen. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | EIGHTEEN times now, if you claim to be an INVADER, you have to go through a substantial series of checks. And you don't even have a robot. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim grabs onto GIR during one of his "flypasses". |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Ahem? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | Bees don't count. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | GIR? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR pushes though the hood of his bear suit to reveal his gurning self. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | I am the pixie queen y'know... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | That's all well and good, but you're still not on the list. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim drops GIR to the ground, and the shock makes him start crying. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | But, how can the greatness that is ZIIIM not be on the list? Have you not heard about my INCREDIBLE exploits? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | I'm a bureaucrat, I have no conscious thought of my own. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR has continued to cry until finally falling asleep and cuddling up inside his bee suit. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | I AM ONE OF THE GREATEST INVADERS THE UNIVERSE HAS EVER SEEN! NO ONE CROSSES ZIM AND GETS AWAY WITH IT! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | Well, it seems I'm gonna be a first, since you're not coming through. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim remains seething, and his eye even twitches a couple of times. Then, rather abruptly, Skoodge appears alongside him. Zim is rather taken aback. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | He's with me officer! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | SKOODGE? Shouldn't you be dead already? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Well, it seems I just keep coming back doesn't it? I'd like to help you out, I mean you were so nice to me last time I thought I'd repay the favour! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | I threw you in a canyon. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Aw shucks, I knew you didn't mean it! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | Well, I'm sorry but you're not on the list ei...oh, wait, yours is the smudged one right here. Okay you're through! Sorry to bother you. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | That's okay! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Inferior slime demon-thing. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim walks behind Skoodge, dragging a still-sleeping GIR behind him. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The structure is absolutely immense. It's not a stadium in the traditional sense, especially since it's almost impossible to even see the stalls on the other side. It primarily consists of seperate, self-contained stands, jutting out of the metallic structure, between which is many a complex obstacle course. The largest plinth is in the middle, which is presumably where the Tallest and the Invaders are seated. Zim and Skoodge are but termites compared to this structure. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Wooooo. I get to sit in that? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Ya sure do, just as soon as I can find an entrance. It's really hard to get a seat here. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | So you have your own SIR? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | I kept mine. It's the only thing that's kept me company during the long, painful periods of isolation and hopelessness. I call it Pudge! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Indeed, Skoodge has been dragging a SIR unit with him, distinctive by a large gash in its head. By its general attitude, it's obvious that the gash had achieved more than was expected. GIR, sans bee suit, takes an immediate liking to it. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | How are ya Pudge? You wanna be pals? We could make pancakes together! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PUDGE |
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| − | PUDGE DOES NOT LIKE PANCAKES! PUDGE THINK ROBOT STUPID! PUDGE ANTICIPATE MANY LONG YEARS OF HORRIBLE SUFFERING FOR ROBOT! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Isn't it just loveable? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Hah! Your inferior piece of machinery stands no chance against a truly awesome product of my own engineering as Zim's! GIR! Demonstrate your prowess! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR abruptly goes all red-eyed and salutes. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | YES SIR! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR begins to stare evilly at Pudge, who simply maintains his original expression throughout. GIR increases the tenacity of his stare, then levels off, and eventually turns back to cyan and begins cowering. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | Masteeer...he's all scary-like... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PUDGE |
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| − | PUDGE LAUGHS AT GIR'S PITIFUL ATTEMPTS TO SUBDUE ME! PUDGE IS NICE! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Heh...(rubs back of head) it needs some practice...(grows increasingly uneasy, then points angrily at Skoodge) YOU WERE LUCKY! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim storms off, with GIR retreating from Pudge in the same direction. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The number of visitors must be thinning, as the Official seems to be getting bored, leaning on his desk and letting his laser-pen dangle from its chain. His interest perks up as someone seems to be approaching. The Irken is relatively tall-ish, wearing an overcoat that dangles slightly to the back, as well as knee-length studded boots, but otherwise seems quite normal. He wears a badge declaring himself to be a parcel delivery man. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">POST-MAN |
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| − | I have a parcel for delivery to an...(checks notebook) Invader Tenn? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | Ah yes, I think she was expecting one. Just sign these forms and you can get through. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">POST-MAN |
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| − | Uh-huh...(signs form) So what do you think of the competitors? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | The Invaders? Couldn't say. They're so far beyond everyone else it's hard to make any assessments. Oh, and here... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">POST-MAN |
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| − | Okay...(continues signing forms) Don't think you could ever do anything like them yourself? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | What? No! There's an order of things. You're given a place in life and you fulfil it the best you can. No one could just CHOOSE what they want to do, that'd upset the whole Empire! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">POST-MAN |
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| − | Uh-huh. Well, I guess it isn't healthy to think of these things is it? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | I suppose not. Okay, you're all set! Have a nice day. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The Post-man leaves without a word, and the Official goes back to his own abject boredom. This carries on until he spies someone else approaching. Which on closer inspection seems to be a Post-man WHO LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE ONE WHO JUST PASSED BY. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">REAL POST-MAN |
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| − | I have a parcel for delivery to an...(checks notebook, then looks back up to notice the expression on the Official's face) is something the matter? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The Official sits amazed for a moment, then turns around suddenly. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">OFFICIAL |
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| − | HEY! YOU! ST- |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">We can see the vague outline of Tak in her invisible holographic state as she buries her hand in the Official's face and sends his head through the desk. We don't see anything through the metal, but the splattering of green goo and the Official's twisted, twitching limbs indicate that he may not be getting up again. The Post-Man stands appalled, until a brief outline of Tak's eyes appear as a flash streaks across them. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | You've seen nothing. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">After those words, the outline disappears completely and Tak is nowhere to be found. The Post-Man stands dumb-struck, until he starts blinking and noticing the twitching corpse in front of him, and he keels over, screaming. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim is dragging GIR around the stalls, trying to find a way up somewhere. Meanwhile, GIR is slapping his legs in some kind of bizarre playground ritual while giggling to himself. Eventually, he comes up against the entrance to a stairway with an Irken sign above indicating to Zim that this is the place to go. As he walks up, an Imperial guardsman pops up out of nowhere (complete with mist) and bars his way. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GUARD |
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| − | INVADERS AND IMPORTANT PERSONS ONLY! BEGONE WITH YOU, PEON! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Peon? I AM ZIM! You cannot deny Zim the greatest honour this Empire can bestow! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GUARD |
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| − | Well, see me try. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">At this point, Skoodge and Pudge make an appearance behind them. GIR notices Pudge and stares at him dumbfoundedly. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | There's no point, Zim. I've been trying all morning. They just don't seem to like us for some reason. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Who else is up there? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | See for yourself. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim looks up and sees a number of the 32 official Invaders already up there, as well as a number of important dignatories in above the Invader's seats, featuring two large seats, presumably for the Tallest themselves. Of particular note is Larb, who seems to be apart from the other Invaders in that he's surrounded by a number of Service Drones who heap all kinds of praise and snack foods on him. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | What's Invader Larb doing with so much praise? That should be ME up there! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | He's not an Invader anymore. Since he conquered Vort he's been made Commander, with his own fleet, his own entourage, and his own fully-stocked, perfectly-maintained vending machine. He may seem arrogant, but he's really a nice guy deep down. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Larb momentarily seems distracted, looking at the playing fields, then at Invader Tenn's seat. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">LARB |
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| − | Hey! She has a better seat than me! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Two Imperial Guards appear alongside her and pick her up. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | Huh? What? WAIIIT! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">...and throw her straight off the building. She screams for the entire journey down, but her fall is broken by...Skoodge, who happened to be standing underneath. As his body is embedded in the concrete, she picks herself up and tries to get her feet free of his flesh. Zim lends her a hand. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | Someone conquers an oversized couch and he thinks he rules the universe. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | He just got lucky. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tenn stands on the pavement beside Skoodge and dusts herself off, slowing down when she notices who it was who helped her out. A few moments of stony silence and then she screams and runs for her life in the opposite direction. Zim is unrepentent. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | THAT'S RIGHT! ALL SHOULD FEAR THE WRATH OF ZIIIM! Come GIR! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR is still staring at Pudge. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | You're so purdy. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PUDGE |
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| − | PUDGE DOES NOT RECOGNIZE "PURDY"! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | I like youuuu... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | GIR! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim grabs GIR by the antennae and physically drags him away. Skoodge groans in discomfort. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Such great guys... (falls unconscious) |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ABV: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Meanwhile, high above the stadium a number of floating screens are collecting featuring the announcer from TNB back to his old announcing ways. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | The 48-hour SIR-a-thon, sponsored by Irken Footwear, the finest manufacturer of Irken boots made by the best in third-universe child slave labour, is proud to announce the arrival of our omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent, omni...something leaders, THE ALLMIGHTY TALLEST! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">A giant cheer erupts from all corners of the stadium as the Tallest's personal shuttle comes in to dock above the main stand. The underside of the ship opens up to reveal a lowering platform with the Tallest perched on top. Huge beams concentrate on the Tallest as they wave to the crowd. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | ARE YOU READY TO ROCK? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The entire crowd answers in the affirmative. Meanwhile... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: SERVICE SHAFT |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">...inside a high-up darkened service shaft a figure watches the Tallest through slit blinds. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | Oh, you're gonna rock all-right... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak then proceeds to climb down the shaft. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: SIR-UNIT STALLS |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">At the same time, Zim has dragged GIR all the way to the SIR stalls, where a number of downtrodden service drones are busy having the lifeforce drained out of them. Zim goes up to one of them and holds GIR up towards him. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | My SIR unit is taking part in the competition. Take good care of it unless it starts being irritating, at which point I give you the strongest encouragement to do horrible things to its head. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR is staring at the sevice drone with a suggestive grin on his face. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | Are you the mime? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SERVICE DRONE BILL |
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| − | What? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR grabs onto Bill's face and smooshes it beyond recognition. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR |
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| − | YOU ARE THE MIME! YOU ARRRRE! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Anyway, have fun! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim leaves Bill to grapple with GIR and wakes away with a spring in his step. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN (O.S |
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| − | Hasn't arrived yet? Did you check? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim stops and listens into the conversation |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SERVICE DRONE JILL (O.S |
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| − | Yes, we've checked. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN (O.S |
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| − | Well, could you...I dunno...check again? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tenn is leaning over a desk, arguing with the Stalls manager. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">JILL |
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| − | Just take our word for it, we have received no parcel addressed to you. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | But that parcel had my SIR in it! I had it specially modified! I was assured it would turn up on time! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">JILL |
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| − | I'm sorry, but as far as I can gather, the postman who was scheduled to deliver the package was arrested out front for brutally murdering a security officer. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | What? YOU KNEW THIS? What happened to the package? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">JILL |
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| − | Got lost. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | You just really enjoy torturing people don't you? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Jill bursts into maniacal laughter while Zim listens in, intrigued. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Hmmm...if I find this modified SIR unit, I could get into Tenn's favour and get up to the stalls. Wait, Zim doesn't accept favours! (thinks) I could BRIBE her! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim smiles with glee. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: SIR-UNIT STALLS |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Meanwhile, GIR is chucked into a pen and the door slammed behind him. He looks behind him at the closed door. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">BILL (O.S |
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| − | Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get along just fine with the other SIRs. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR looks in front and notices a room full of red-eyed SIRs, testing weapons, sharpening claws, getting into melee fights, all glaring at cute 'lil GIR with intense anger and despisal. GIR just smiles and waves at them before walking, devoid of fear, towards a power terminal, grabbing onto a terminal, shocking himself, giggling, then repeating it several times. The other SIRs glare at each other incomprehensibly. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">A service drone is holding out a tray along a long pavilion and walking down while Tenn approaches from the opposite direction. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SERVICE DRONE LOU |
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| − | OVERPRICED SLUDGE! GET YER OVERPRICED SLUDGE HERE! IT'S HORRIBLE, BAD FOR YER, BUT IT'S ALL YER GONNA GET! GET YER OVERPRICED SLUDGE HERE! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tenn turns into a doorway while Zim sneaks up behind her, ducking behind pillars and peering out as he goes. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: GUARDHOUSE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim peeks through the doorway and quickly hides again as Tenn momentarily looks behind her. She turns to the desk above. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | AHEM! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The over-sized Irken guard at the desk turns around, irritated at the interruption of his snack-eating, then becomes a bit more adulatory as he realizes who's speaking to him. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SECURITY GUARD |
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| − | Oh! Invader Tenn! Uh...how can I help you? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | A package was meant to be delivered to me some time ago. I understand the one who was supposed to deliver it happened to kill someone at the entrance? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SECURITY GUARD |
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| − | Oh that! We had to take the parcel as evidence. But if it's yours, I guess you can have it back. SKUD? ACTIVATE THE EVIDENCE-ASSEMBLER! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">A bored-looking fellow guard presses a button and a hatch opens up. Out of it comes a six-limbed cross between a monkey, a gerbil and some form of goat, but green, bearing a cardboard box with a large sticker saying "TO: TENN" on it. The creature sets it down in front of Tenn and scuttles off. At the doorway, Zim clenches his fist as if to say "drat". Tenn moves towards the box, opening the top and peering in. Abruptly, a great big claw latches onto her head and Mimi emerges from the box, jetting up into the air and through the door besides a startled Zim. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim is knocked sideways as Mimi jets by and runs a semi-circle around him into the underground tunnels below. Zim stands up as a group of guards run out from behind him in order to see where Mimi went, but only Zim seems to know. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | That was Tak's robot! Oh this is bad! This is so very bad! Ugh, where's a SIR unit when I need one? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Maybe I can help? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim jolts sideways as Skoodge and Pudge appears to have emerged beside him. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | SKOODGE? What are you doing here? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | I don't really like sports anyway, and the incredible pain in my spine really got me thinking about how lucky it is to have a friend like you. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | (in shock) ...get away... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Pudge? You couldn't track down Tak could you? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PUDGE |
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| − | PUDGE ACCEPTS YOUR COMMANDS! PUDGE BURN STUFF! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Pudge runs to the entrance to the tunnels and leaps down, while Zim and Skoodge follow. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: MAIN STAND |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The Tallest are sitting there looking bored. Larb is still looking smug underneath. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | How long does it take for these events to start? It's taking FOREVER! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">LARB |
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| − | They're waiting for you to give the word. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | We can do that? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">LARB |
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| − | Well, you ARE the almighty leaders of the Empire. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | That is so true. Very well. LET THE COMPETITION BEGIN! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Nothing happens. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">LARB |
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| − | Uh sir? You have to turn the microphone on. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | (pause) I knew that. (presses a button on his seat) LET THE COMPETITION BEGIN! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ABV: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">A cheer erupts from the crowd as the announcer begins his monologue. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | With the endorsement of our Tallest, the 48-hour SIR-a-thon will begin in earnest. Let's meet the contestants! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">In the centre, smoke machines herald the arrival of the SIR units, one after another, all fairly identical to each other and snarling in preparation for the main event. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | After more than a year of braving the most horrible conditions imaginable to Irken beings, these murderous robots are ready to tear apart their competition in a blood-bath of frenzy, carnage, and all-round nastiness! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">While at the very end, GIR stands lop-sidedly in complete ignorance of it all. Ooh-ing at the spectacle, he becomes distracted and wanders off stage, at which point he's forced back on by a nearby guard. He tries to run back, but a large electric prod dissuades him further. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: UNDERGROUND TUNNELS |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The cheering of the crowd echoes even here. The tunnels are almost pitch-black and skanky. Mimi is clamped around Tenn's head as she jumps down off a tunnel head and lands in the muck. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | What's going on? I can't see! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK (O.S |
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| − | Let go of her, Mimi. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Mimi lets Tenn drop into the muck. She collects herself. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | Thank you! Now if you could explain the meaning of...eep. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The "eep" was in response to Tak, who was towering over her with a certain lack of empathy. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | The meaning of this? I'll give you a meaning. You smug little Invaders, thinking that a certificate and a lifetime of kissing the Tallest's feet makes you better than the rest of us. I worked hard to become an Invader! I was better than ANYONE ELSE who applied! But what happens? The very one who ruined my chances gets commended while I get stuck in a dump! Is that right? IS IT? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tenn backs away a little |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | Okayyyy...you got some grievances...but wouldn't it be better if it went through...you know...the proper channels? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | No, it would be better if you all died horrible painful deaths. And YOU are going to help me! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | No way! My colleagues will wonder where I am, you'll see! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: MAIN STAND |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The Invaders are almost all present, except for a few glaring exceptions. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GRAPA |
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| − | Hey, where's Tenn? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">LARB |
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| − | Who cares? OH! HERE COMES MINE! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: STADIUM PLAYING FIELDS |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Two SIR units, one distinctive in it's purple painting (obviously Larb's work) face off against each other. |
||
| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | First up is the one-on-one match between the SIR unit of Invader Sneaky-on-foota and the SIR unit, coated in imperial colours, of our esteemed Commander Larb! The two are just circling each other- |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The normal-looking SIR unit then jets into Larb's and crushes it against the wall of the arena. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | -and Larb's unit is down! Oh, this is going to be such a humiliation for the Commander when word of this gets around- |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: MAIN STAND |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Larb, irritated, indicates to a nearby guard, who projects a sniper-rifle device onto hi shoulders and fires. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: STADIUM PLAYING FIELDS |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The ordinary SIR unit promptly blasts into smithereens. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | -but wait! Larb's SIR has made a stunning comeback and Sneaky-on-foota's has been annihilated! This is quite a shock isn't it? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: MAIN STAND |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Larb looks exceedingly smug at this turn of events. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GEORDIE-ACCENTED ANNOUNCER |
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| − | It sure is, Kip. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: UNDERGROUND TUNNELS |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Pudge leads the way as Zim and Skoodge follow close behind. Zim seems to be cracking up. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
||
| − | Oh! This is taking forever! I'm missing the starting matches! The pretzels must be all sold out by now! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Wait, I think Pudge has found something! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Pudge is standing and pointing at an orifice nearby. From where cackling seems to be emanating. As we peer through, we can see Tak laughing at a decidedly disinterested Tenn. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | Can you stop doing that? It's hurting my hearing. |
||
| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | Oh, you small-minded drone! Do you really think you'll get out of this alive? When this is all over you, and your precious Tallest, and your precious Invaders will be nothing more than so much asphalt by the time I'm through with them! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | Doing what? You still haven't told me what your plan is. How do I fit in? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | Fit in? You fit into the Invader's special clique better than I ever will, so... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak does her eye-flashy thing to scan Tenn, and her holographic matrix flickers as she perfectly mimics Tenn's features, even her voice. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK/TENN |
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| − | I'll just do a little swap. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM (O.S |
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| − | TAK! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The two of them turn towards the opening, where Zim, Pudge and Skoodge are collected. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Can't you just take defeat with dignity? I mean, seriously. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK/TENN |
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| − | You'll rue the day you ever crossed me, Zim! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | GET ME AWAY FROM THIS WEIRDO! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Oh no! Which one's really Tak? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim projects one of his spider legs and shoots Tenn in the face, who fall backwards against the floor. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Whichever one isn't bleeding. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK/TENN |
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| − | You don't think you'll win, do you? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Why not? We outnumber you, after all. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK/TENN |
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| − | Mimi? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Mimi shoots her claw at Pudge and throws him across the tunnel at the opposite wall. He then slides down in a somewhat dilapidated state. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PUDGE |
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| − | Ugh...Pudge does not enjoy this... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Um...don't you think we'd better negotiate? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Never! (extends spider legs) PREPARE TO FACE MY WRATH, TAK! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak/Tenn extends her spider legs in response and charges down one of the tunnels. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ABV: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The centre of the stadium has developed an intricate obstacle course, extending vertically as much as it extends horizontally, which is pretty extensive in itself. The announcer is still floating up ahead. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | And the competition is fierce as we move into...THE OBSTACLE ROUND! A massive monolith of mazes, booby-traps and dead-ends that must be navigated in the shortest time possible to ratchet up the most points! First up, Larb! The leader so far thanks to his brilliant strategy of shooting anyone who gets in his way, and he will need all the skills he programmed to get through this one. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: OBSTACLE COURSE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Larb's SIR is stationed at the mouth of the structure, which happens to be near the exit. Behind it the other SIRs are standing, waiting for their turn. A screen nearby counts down, and as soon as it goes "bing", the robot jets off. We can see huge plumes of smoke collecting in the structure, and two seconds later it comes through the other end, arms raised in victory, totally unharmed. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | Incredible! Larb's SIR does it again, coming in under 2.5 seconds. It'll be hard to beat that! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GEORDIE-ACCENTED ANNOUNCER |
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| − | It sure will, Kip. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: MAIN STAND |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">LARB |
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| − | Heheh...I am so cool. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GRAPA |
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| − | Ah, shut up. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Larb indicates to his nearby associates, who promptly throw Grapa off the stand. He chuckles light-heartedly. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: UNDERGROUND TUNNELS |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The chase has been going on for quite a while now, as Tak/Tenn seeks to evade her pursuers. However, she eventually runs into a wall at the end of one of her tunnels. Spider legs dig into the ground as Zim and Skoodge appear behind her. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Hah! Dead-end! What do you plan to do now, Tak? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak/Tenn looks unsure for a moment, then a mischievous grin crosses her face. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK/TENN |
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| − | ATTACK! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak/Tenn and Mimi charge and surprise Zim and Skoodge. Skoodge is sent flying by Tak/Tenn, while Zim grapples with Mimi, evidently losing the battle. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: OBSTACLE COURSE |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR is lining up to take the obstacle course, sticking out his tongue in indifference. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | And next up is Zim's SIR-unit, known as GIR. A late entry with no chances of winning whatsoever, but hey, it's entertainment. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR, looking puzzled, looks around for the source of the voice. His eyes eventually drift upward and a big grin crosses his face. He gets ready, then jets straight up. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | He's getting ready...AND HE'S...wait, where's he going? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ABV: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR jets up from the stadium and latches onto the Announcer's screen, that he proceeds to poke. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | Hey! Hey, get off! Stop it! This isn't virtual y'know! Hey! Stop! It's painful! Leggo! Ah! Hey! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: UNDERGROUND TUNNELS |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Skoodge, heavily bruised, is running like a child away from Tak/Tenn, who picks him up and throws him straight down a chute. She turns back to Zim, who's trying to keep himself from getting crushed by Mimi's ginormous clamp by using his spider legs to push against its force. Abruptly he rolls aside, letting the claw embed itself in the stonework. While Mimi tries to pull it out, Zim picks up a pipe that's been loosened by the claw's impact and batters Mimi's head into the wall. The robot goes dead. Zim flings aside the pipe in triumph. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Hah! I defeated your puny robot, Tak! Now how do you defend yourself? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK/TENN |
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| − | Do you think I'd be that short-sighted? SIR UNIT! ACTIVATE AUTO-REPAIR! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">A compartment in Tak/Tenn's pak rather unexpectantly begins flashing. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN'S SIR |
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| − | VOICE PATTERN RECOGNISED! AUTO-REPAIR ACTIVATED! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK/TENN |
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| − | Eep. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak/Tenn screams as Tenn's SIR rips its way out of her pak and through the ceiling. Zim is knocked back by the force, but Tak/Tenn notices the floodlights streaming through the hole. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK/TENN |
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| − | It's the way out. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak/Tenn scrambles through the hole on her way to freedom. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ABV: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR is still poking the screen and irritating the Announcer. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | WILL YOU STOP IT? THIS IS GOING OUT ON LIVE TELEVISION, I'LL BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF THE ENTIRE EMPIRE! Fine, you give me no choice. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">A robotic arm extends itself from the screen. GIR stares at it enchantedly before it shoots him. The force sends GIR rocketing into the structure of the obstacle course, which then begins to topple. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Through a hole in the ground Tak/Tenn appears, looking extremely pleased with herself after she lost her two pursuers. But she then notices the shadow creeping over her, and she turns to see the obstacle course toppling over her, blotting out the floodlights. Her face of sheer terror says it all. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The obstacle course impacts against the ground, sending shockwaves throughout the stadium, but in particular toppling straight over the waiting SIR units, who all seem to be crushed by the incredible weight of the thing. Lots of screaming, lots of panic, a typical day when Zim's involved. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ABV: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The announcer looks utterly shocked. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | We are so dead. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GEORDIE-ACCENTED ANNOUNCER |
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| − | We sure are, Kip. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">In the midsts of all the wreckage, GIR appears out of the rubble, totally unfazed. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ANNOUNCER |
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| − | And...and the winner is GIR! Being the only surviving contender! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">The crowd cheers, GIR giggles in glee, and all is right with the world again. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: MAIN STAND |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">Larb just stares, completely traumatised. Red puts a concialatory hand on his shoulder. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | Well...it could have been worse. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | Yeah...after all you're still alive... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">At this point a stray piece of wreckage impacts into the main stand. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Meanwhile, buried under several mounds of debris, a severely bruised and beaten Tak/Tenn flickers and fluctuates and becomes plain old ordinary Tak again. She tries to get up, but can't seem to handle the strain and just collapses again. Her consciousness perks up when Zim drops Mimi in front of her. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Now take your robot and get lost. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Tak just stares venomously as Tenn and Skoodge approach on their respective SIR units. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | You okay here, Zim? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Don't go poking your superior "ooh, I conquered Blorch" nose into this, Skoodge! This is ZIM'S BUSINESS! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | Not anymore it isn't. You're all drones. All of you, drones! Idolising that imcompetent egomaniac and ignoring me. (Zim makes "blah blah" motions with his mouth and hands during this exchange) Don't think you've seen the last of me! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Sure won't. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim extends his spider legs and chucks Tak clean away from the site, before retracting them and dropping back down. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SKOODGE |
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| − | Sorry, but what just happened? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | Well, as far as I can manage, Tak was beaten by a falling obstacle course that destroyed all the other SIRs except our three, and Zim is now the victor of the 48-hour SIR-a-thon with 47 hours to spare. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | Ooh, neat! I wonder what prize I'll get... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">Zim is promptly thwacked in the head by GIR carrying a "first prize" trophy, and he sits up to see the Tallest accompanied by an inflamed Larb and the 29 other official Invaders, all with bandages and plasters. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">RED |
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| − | YOUR PRIZE IS A TEN MINUTE HEAD-START BEFORE WE BLOW YOU TO SMITHEREENS! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">PURPLE |
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| − | AND YOU SHOULD SEE THE RUNNER-UP! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">LARB |
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| − | You're gonna pay...you are SO gonna pay. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | <p style="text-align:center">TENN |
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| − | You get that a lot don't you? |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">A bunch of guards promptly point tasers at Zim, prompting his immediate flight from the scene. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">INT: VOOT CRUISER |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">GIR is using his trophy as a slushie-cup while Zim relaxes in the cocpit. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">ZIM |
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| − | You know? That day actually went better than most. I showed my incredible superiority while showing Tak a thing or two. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">EXT: OLYMPIA STADIUM |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">We just see Tak's eyes. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">TAK |
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| − | Oh, I'm gonna show Zim a thing or two... |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SUPERVISOR |
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| − | Hey! No slacking on the job! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">We pull back to reveal Tak clearing away all the wreckage from the stadium along with Mimi and a long line of service drones under an Irken supervisor. |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">SUPERVISOR |
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| − | No break tonight, Janitorial Squad! We need to make way for a shopping mall complex next! |
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| − | </p> |
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| − | |||
| − | <p style="text-align:center">FADE TO BLACK |
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| − | </p> |
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Revision as of 20:55, 14 January 2011
Top of the Line was a canceled episode. It had a script that, unfortunately, wasn't recovered.
Little is known about the episode. What is known, however, is that Tak was to be the main antagonist, and there would be a SIR competition (presumably an arena battle or a series of challenges), which GIR wins and in the process destroys all the other competing SIRs except two. The purpose of the competition is presumably to prove which Invader was superior to the others. Another possiblility is to decide the best SIR unit of them all (hence the title). Invader Tenn would have also made an appearance and had a somewhat significant role, or, at least, more than she had in previous episodes. Skoodge would have helped Zim enter the tournament, but would have had his robot eliminated, quite possibly due to Tak's sabotaging.