IRKENS ROCK!!

You are "Invader" Zim, who has been assigned to earth so that the leader of Irk, the AlMIGHTY TALLEEEEEST!!! don't have to look at your stupid head. It has taken so long, but Zim has finally come up with a plan that just might work.

"GIR!!" Zim yells into the echoing metal chamber of his base. Moments later, a tiny robot falls out from the ceiling and hits the floor hard.

"Aw, I liked fallin'."

"GIR, stop fooling around! It is time we claim this world for my own, as I deserve. We will...."

"Are we gon' make waffles!?" Dark visions of waffles, so many waffles, encircle Zim's big green head, tormenting him with the memory of the last time Gir made waffles. A chorus from nowhere began chanting "Waffles, waffles, waffles, waffles" and under them a female chorus of "SYY-YY-YYRUP! SYY-YY-YYRUP!" Zim's eye twitched.

"The waffles...!! No, GIR, no...shudder waffles. We will use something even more diabolical to enslave the filthy humans. I got the idea from...er, the Earth television stole the iDEA FROM MEE!! They will pay. But now I'm going to use the plan I planned that they stole from me."

"OooooooWHAT IS IT!?!"