[Zim, wearing his fiendishly clever human larva disguise, sits in his
 desk at skool. All students appear to be present.]

ZIM: Stupid, stupid dream. Getting involved with a human slime thing
     like that... These nightmares appear to feed on my deepest fears.
     Fortunately ZIM FEARS NOTHING!! NOTHING!!

[The lunch bell rings.]

ZIM: AAAAAAGH! [hides under the desk]

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[Everyone piles into the lunchroom. At some tables, several students
 are stacked on top of each other. Zim goes to the front of the line
 and receives a bowl of... some sort of purplish liquid, very thick.
 The spoon bounces off of it twice before sinking in.]

ZIM: The humans must be amazingly hardy if they can survive on a diet
     of... *this*.

[The liquid extends a pseudopod and attempts to climb the spoon. Zim's
 eyes bulge and he spins around hurriedly to find a seat. On his way
 to a table, though, he collides with someone, sending trays flying.]

ZIM: Hey! How dare you impede the progress of Zim?!
DIB: [gets up from the floor] One of these days, Zim, you'll slip up
     and I -- ah --

[Zim spins around to attack, but when he looks at Dib, he freezes
 where he stands. The two of them stand stock still, staring at each
 other's eyes.]

ZIM: ...Something is... different about you, human...
DIB: Really?
ZIM: Somehow... suddenly, you seem so... much... less hideous...
DIB: ...That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me...

[Slowly Zim and Dib, still gazing (that's the only thing I can really
 call it) into each other's eyes, move closer to each other...
 closer... closer... until --]

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[Scene: Zim's home base.]

ZIM: [wakes up, screaming] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
     [pant, pant] GIR! THE DISINFECTANT SOAP!!

[GIR runs up with a bar of disinfectant soap. Zim snatches it from his
 hands and immediately swallows it whole.]

ZIM: I am NEVER, EVER, EVER SLEEPING AGAIN!!

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Named After Black Horses, chapter 4
http://www.forresterlabs.com/fanfiction/InvaderZIM/NamedAfterBlackHorses/
2002-11-07 -- Completed

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