Kicking the door open Dib stormed away from Zim's trailer. He could hear Zim yelling at him as he walked away but he didn’t care. He’d made it about 100 feet before he stopped; his heart thundering in his chest. Turning around he pointed at Zim and yelled back. “I LOVE YOU ZIM GREEN SKIN AND ALL! BUT I DON'T KNOW WHO’LL YOU’LL BE COME IF YOU GO THROUGH WITH THIS!” and before Zim could respond Dib turned and left, stomping to his car before slamming the door and gunning the engine; before driving away. He made it as far as the first traffic light before he started crying.
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1 WEEK LATER
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Desperately Dib clutched his phone as he listened to the electronic ringtone. A moment later he groaned as it went to voice mail and Zim's voice echoed in his ear. “Hey you’ve reached me; Zim. Leave a message.” Sighing Dib spoke. “Zim…….it’s me…….again. Can we talk………pleas