“ No I don’t think we have… “
Of course they haven’t. Zim barely ever
stopped by to chat with someone unless
it was important. And with ‘important’ he
of course meant complaining to someone
about how terrible Humanity is.
“ So now what? “
“I hope you don’t mind me asking about your skin pigmentation.”
She’d seen stranger than the child standing
before her, but upon closer examination, she
found more questions arising and desired to
reveal the answers. Small, frail, green–
Fran just had to know.
“Your tongue is abnormal too–
would you mind if I performed a sort of physical on you?”