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WHA HA HA HA HA!

DUCATION

OH, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?

IN ONLY A MATTER OF HOURS,

THE ALIEN SCOURGE WILL BRING THE HUMAN RACE TO ITS KNEES.

I KNOW. LET'S BUILD A GIANT SPACE STATION,

EVACUATE ALL THE PEOPLE, AND LIVE AMONG THE STARS.

THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TIME FOR THAT.

CAN WE BUILD A SMALL SPACE STATION

AND JUST EVACUATE ALL THE SCIENTISTS?

Woman: AHEM...

[COLLECTIVE GASP]

ALLOW ME TO MAKE A DEMONSTRATION.

RIGHT! WE'LL DESTROY THEM WITH PEPPER!

[SNIFF]

AH-AH-AH--

AH-AH-AH--

AH-AH-CHOO!

THE ALIENS ARE ALLERGIC TO GERMS!

AH-CHOO! AH-CHOO!

HOORAY FOR EARTH!

GIR, EARTH IS OUR ENEMY.

OH, I UNDERSTAND.

STUPID HUMAN PROPAGANDA.

THE VERY CONCEPT OF A SUPERIOR ALIEN SPECIES

BEING FELLED BY SOMETHING AS PATHETIC AS GERMS...

IS SHEER FANTASY.

DO THEY REALLY BELIEVE THAT COULD HAPPEN?

GIR. HEE HA HA HA HA!

HEE HEE HEE! HA HA HA HA!

EEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!

TV announcer: TRYING TO CONQUER AN ALIEN WORLD?

REMEMBER, NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE SMALL THREATS.

LIKE GERMS! YES, GERMS.

EVERY PLANET HAS THEM,

AND MANY AN INVADING LIFE FORM HAS BEEN THWARTED

BY THESE INVISIBLE ENEMIES.

IT'S TRUE.

SO, WHETHER YOU'RE OUT CONQUERING WORLDS

OR JUST CONCERNED ABOUT THESE TINY PESTS,

MAKE SURE YOU'RE PREPARED

WITH A PAIR OF GERM-SPYING MICROGOGGLES.

CLICK HERE FOR A FREE 5-SECOND DEMO.

OOH. NEAT.

NOW, LET'S SEE THIS MIGHTY HUMAN THREAT.

Announcer: DEMO MODE ACTIVATING.

AAH!

Announcer: WASN'T THAT NEAT?

THANK YOU FOR TRYING MICROGOGGLES.

IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SAW, PLEASE ORDER THE FULL VERSION.

THANK YOU. PLEASE WAIT FOR DELIVERY.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

AAH!

SO...MUCH...

FILTH...

[SOBBING]

LET'S GO TO MY ROOM, PIG

[PIG BEEPS]

I NEVER EVEN SUSPECTED THAT THE BATTLE FOR THE PLANET

WOULD EVER TAKE PLACE IN MY OWN FORTRESS.

HEAR ME NOW, GERMS!

PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR DESTRUCTION!

[SNIFFS]

AHH...

THE STINK OF CLEAN.

AH!

EEK! OW!

AARGH!

OOH AAH!

[SPLAT]

ANOTHER WIN FOR THE IRKAN ARMY.

CLEAN, LEMONY-FRESH VICTORY IS MINE.

ALL RIGHT! SEE YOU LATER, PIG!

[MOTORCYCLE ROARS AWAY]

I'M GONNA ROLL AROUND THE FLOOR FOR A LITTLE BIT, OK?

♪ DOO DOO DO DOO DOO ♪

GIR, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

STOP IMMEDIATELY! YOU'RE DISGUSTING.

AW, SOMEBODY NEEDS A HUG...

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, GIR, NO!

I'M...GONNA...HUG...YOU!

Zim: NO-O-O!

AARGH!

THE ENEMY, REGROUPING.

WORSE THAN I THOUGHT.

MM-HMM...

Gir: I STILL GET A HUGGIE-WOO!

Zim: AAH!

[RUMBLING]

NOT GONNA GET ME...

GERMS...

CHEWING MY SQUEEDILY SPOOCH.

NOT MY SQUEEDILY SPOOCH YOU DON'T.

THE MISSION... WHAT ABOUT THE MISSION?

I SHOULD HAVE PUT IN,

BUT THE GERMS, EXPLODING GERMS,

SO MANY GERMS.

THE MISSION.

THE MISSION. I HAVE A JOB TO DO.

I AM AN INVADER.

I CAN'T LET THESE GERMS

MAKE ME LOSE SIGHT OF THE BIGGER MISSION.

SCHOOL.

IT'S SCHOOL THAT I'VE BEEN MISSING.

THEY MUST BE REALLY SUSPICIOUS BY NOW.

HEY. WHERE'S ZIM?

HUH? I DUNNO.

I HAVEN'T REPORTED TO THE TALLEST IN TOO LONG.

THEY WILL BE WORRIED ABOUT ME!

MUSTN'T ALARM THEM.

P.A.: INCOMING REPORT FROM EARTH...

OH. ZIM...

YOU KNOW, WE REALLY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN HIM

A MISSION ON A SUN

OR A PLANET OF BROKEN GLASS OR SOMETHING.

OR ONE OF THOSE EXPLODING HEAD PLANETS...

YES, WHAT IS IT NOW, ZIM?

SIRS.

I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT REPORTING IN, BUT--EXCUSE ME.

[SPRAYING]

ALL IS GOING WELL.

NOTHING TOO BIG TO REPORT, ASIDE FROM THE USUAL--

AARGH! WOULD YA LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT ONE!

NO! NO!

I'M ALMOST OUT OF DISINFECTANT.

ALL HOPE WILL BE LOST IF I DON'T GET MORE!

CLEVER!

BUT I'M NOT GIVING UP. I'LL DESTROY YOU!

AND YOU! AND YOU!

AND YOU!

DID THAT SCARE YOU, TOO?

[CHOKING]

GIR!

PAY ATTENTION, GIR.

WE HAVE TO GO TO THE STORE

TO PICK UP SOME MORE CLEANING THINGS.

I NEED AS MUCH AS I CAN GET.

SO YOU'LL HAVE TO HELP ME CARRY STUFF.

UGH! YOU'RE STILL SO GERMY.

BUT IT'LL HAVE TO DO.

I NEED TO SAVE SOME OF THIS FOR THE TRIP.

COME, GIR.

Gir: LOOK, THERE IT IS!

UH! AH!

[SPRAYING]

LET ME TRY!

NO, GIR. THE GERMS!

[COW MOOS]

OHH...

MY GERM SPRAY.

GIR! COME BACK!

[STAMMERING]

ARE YOU NEXT IN LINE?

HORROR...

GIR!

THE DISINFECTANT-- WHERE IS IT?

WHERE I LEFT IT. WANT A BITE?

WAIT A MINUTE.

THERE ARE NO GERMS ON THIS THING.

COMPLETELY GERM FREE.

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

HOW CAN THIS BE?

YOU, BURGER LORD,

HOW IS IT THAT THIS MEAT IS SO PURE,

SO PERFECT?

WELL, IT ALL STARTED IN 1962.

UTILIZING ADVANCES IN MODERN FOOD SYNTHESIS,

SCIENTISTS AT NASA BEGAN WORK

ON A GERM-HOSTILE SPACE MEAT

TO BE USED DURING LONG EXPEDITIONS

INTO DEEP SPACE.

ONLY RECENTLY HAS THEIR HARD WORK PAID OFF,

AS EVEN MORE ADVANCES IN THE FIELD OF SPACE MEAT

HAVE BEEN MADE AND APPLIED TO WHAT IS NOW CALLED

OPERATION MEAT.

SEEING THIS AS A WAY TO END THEIR STREAK

OF BEING SUED BY ANGRY CUSTOMERS

POISONED BY THEIR BURGERS,

THE McMEATIES CORPORATION DECIDED TO TRY

THIS MIRACULOUS SPACE MEAT.

NOT HAVING ACCESS TO THAT TECHNOLOGY,

WE MAKE OURS OUT OF NAPKINS.

INGENIOUS. THIS GIVES ME AN IDEA,

GREASY BURGER MAN.

YES. A WAY AROUND THE GERMS,

A WAY I CAN RESUME MY MISSION

AND DEAL WITH THE GERM ENEMY

WITHOUT BRINGING ANY ATTENTION TO MYSELF.

YES. YES.

THE ANSWER IS IN THE MEAT.

GIVE ME ALL THE MEAT.

[CHATTERING]

HOW YA DOIN'?

AHA HA HA HA...