Again with the stink! So this one had noticed the inhuman hybrid-stench as well! This was turning out to be a far more serious problem than he'd originally assumed. Did this mean this one knew what he was as well?
...No, if it knew, then it wouldn't have the audacity to ask him such stupid questions. Really, though, it wasn't the thieving beast's questions that were important here as it was the implications. Two important details could be pulled from this one's tiresome tirade.
Firstly, it sounded like there was some kind of gladiator-style battalion expectations here. Well, at least at night, since that seemed far from the case here so far. Was that what this place was? Some kind of human survival tournament? Zim could of course meet such requirements since he was amazing, but it was still utterly baffling. These things and their rituals and their facilities and their... beans.
Secondly, the woman had unknowingly pointed out the advantage Zim had here. '...Inhuman creatures, spawned from the worst nightmares of the most depraved scientists this world has ever created.' Humans were stupid and slow and stupid. Even their attempts to transfer his astounding self to this new, filthy flab of flesh wasn't entirely complete if people could smell the difference. Zim was an Irken Invader. He had been through with training and flying ships while these humans were still small and jiggly. Anything THEY considered a threat couldn't possibly be as threatening to ZIM.
"Make silence, pig-woman," he said, adopting a bit of a haughty attitude after his mental pep talk. All of the hand gestures he seemed to be making to accentuate his words as he spoke made it seem even more so. He also seemed to be getting louder the more he spoke.
"Your petty Earth threats are useless against me. You doubt my abilities to survive your 'gladiator trials,' do you? Ha! Not ONLY will I survive them, but I shall be the greatest gladiator-survivor this pathetic facility has EVER seen!! Then you shall come and beg forgiveness for the folly of underestimating ZIM!"
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...No, if it knew, then it wouldn't have the audacity to ask him such stupid questions. Really, though, it wasn't the thieving beast's questions that were important here as it was the implications. Two important details could be pulled from this one's tiresome tirade.
Firstly, it sounded like there was some kind of gladiator-style battalion expectations here. Well, at least at night, since that seemed far from the case here so far. Was that what this place was? Some kind of human survival tournament? Zim could of course meet such requirements since he was amazing, but it was still utterly baffling. These things and their rituals and their facilities and their... beans.
Secondly, the woman had unknowingly pointed out the advantage Zim had here. '...Inhuman creatures, spawned from the worst nightmares of the most depraved scientists this world has ever created.' Humans were stupid and slow and stupid. Even their attempts to transfer his astounding self to this new, filthy flab of flesh wasn't entirely complete if people could smell the difference. Zim was an Irken Invader. He had been through with training and flying ships while these humans were still small and jiggly. Anything THEY considered a threat couldn't possibly be as threatening to ZIM.
"Make silence, pig-woman," he said, adopting a bit of a haughty attitude after his mental pep talk. All of the hand gestures he seemed to be making to accentuate his words as he spoke made it seem even more so. He also seemed to be getting louder the more he spoke.
"Your petty Earth threats are useless against me. You doubt my abilities to survive your 'gladiator trials,' do you? Ha! Not ONLY will I survive them, but I shall be the greatest gladiator-survivor this pathetic facility has EVER seen!! Then you shall come and beg forgiveness for the folly of underestimating ZIM!"