Zim: [holding up a liquid beaker, now bloated and sausage-shaped] Finally! I think we've done it!
Dib: [snatches the beaker from Zim and chugs it down; becomes bloated and sausage-shaped like Zim] Oh, you rotten alien monster!
Zim: This inferior equipment. Irken babies play with more advanced toys.
Dib: Hey, we wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for your stupid evil! This is all your fault! [chases after Zim, run-wobbling down the hallway; pushes him into a tube but ends up falling as well and they fall out of the tube, sending outside the house; holding Zim down] Now what, Zim? What's your next plan?
Zim: [looks around, seeing all the dogs surrounding them] Let's run, screaming.
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