The next morning Zim was in the base appear-ifying tacos. Jess walked in and raised an eyebrow at the large pile of the horrible grease-laden earth substance. She looked at Zim.
"What's with you and tacos?" She asked him
"You don't even like beans!" Jess said disgustedly
"Yes I know," Zim said, taking off his goggles
"But these tacos are for SCIENCE!" His shook a gloved fist towards the heavens, then sat down again to resume his studies. Jess shrugged and sat down next to Zim, who was contently doing something with a microscope.
"Do you remember the bologna accident?" He asked her, without looking up from the eyepiece.
"Yes, purple."
"What's with you and tacos?" She asked him
"You don't even like beans!" Jess said disgustedly
"Yes I know," Zim said, taking off his goggles
"But these tacos are for SCIENCE!" His shook a gloved fist towards the heavens, then sat down again to resume his studies. Jess shrugged and sat down next to Zim, who was contently doing something with a microscope.
"Do you remember the bologna accident?" He asked her, without looking up from the eyepiece.
"Yes, purple."