By Invader Sal
DAMN! I screamed in frustration. Only five days left and I havent gotten anything!
For two days GIR kept me locked up in my room, saying I needed to recover. I finally got him to let me out on condition I stay in a hover chair.
What? I was resting! He said very annoyed.
Give me a list of ideas!
Master, youve gone through this thing over ten times. None of them worked!
JUST GIVE ME THEM!!
A list began to appear and I began to scan thru it.
Eh? Whats this Body transplant?
They use it on Vort. If someone is very sick, they get a dead body and transplant the patients brain waves to the dead ones body. But sometimes the body gets the disease from the transplant, but it not as deadly.
THATS PERFECT!! I hit the save button on it, and began to head towards the upper level. This might be my last chance
MASTER!! I opened my eyes to a joyful looking robot squeezing a rubber piggy.
I reached my arm out and began to rub his head. Good mourning, GIR I yawned. I had fallen asleep in the lab, after the whole thing with SIR and the stress of only having a week to save GIR was too much that I couldnt keep my eyes open
Do you want waffles?
Sure He smiled, placing the piggy on my lap and began to pull the battery to the elevator. How I pitied the small unit, tugging that large battery everywhere he went. I watched him in till the elevator began to take him to the house. I then turned to the computer and began to search for possible bodies.
GAH! ALL OF THE IRKEN BODIES WILL BE DECAYING WHEN THE GET TO THIS DAMNED PLANET!
Master, we could- The computer was cut short.
I NEED NO HELP!! I AM ZIM!!
We could make a clone! The computer rushed out before I had time to interrupt again.
Clone? THATS THE STUPIDEST IDEA EVER!!
Master, I think cloning yourself is easier, and usually dead bodies can get the disease or they already have a bad one.
I paused before saying anything. That did seem like a good idea Fine! Take my blood sample from the medical room and create a body, and add
GIR was curled in a ball on my lap, small snoring noises coming from his mouth.
How can such a small unit make so much noise? I said to myself, quite aggravated at his snoring.
Computer! How is the clone doing?
The clone is now stable, sir.
Finally, I sighed. The clone ...More Cartoon Sex Stories...