Dib walked up to the counter at the laser tag complex and paid for a one 小时 session. He put on his laser tag jacket, grabbed his laser gun, took a deep breath and slipped through the entrance to the laser tag arena.
Dib was an expert laser tagger, and in no time he had shot a large number of hyperactive children, giggling teens and nervous dorks. He was feeling good about himself and could sense victory!
Then he heard...
"Die, vile human child! I tagged you! 你 have been defeated! Ha ha HA!"
Dib shuddered. He knew that voice well. It was the voice of his nemesis. It was Zim.
"Oh man! What are...
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