Dib looking for his glasses
A week later in the cafeteria, at lunchtime I sat Von Dib. Dib and Zim were glaring at each other again.
“Ugh, he bugs me like crazy! Can’t he just go back to his own stupid alien scum Home of a planet!?” Dib commented.
Zim threw his uneaten lunch away as he stood up with anger in his eyes.
“Uh, oh, this can’t be good,” I said. “This cannot be good at all.”
Zim walked to our table. Dib left his lunch on the tabelle and stood up to face him.
“Dib! I’m tired of...
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