Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Invader Zim lines that live in my head rent-free:
“YOU GONNA MAKE BISCUITS? YOU GONNA MAKE BISCUITS? YOU GONNA MAKE BISCUITS? YOU GONNA MAKE BISCUITS?”
“It’s not stupid, it’s advaaaaaaaaanced!”
“MY BUSINESSS IS DONE!”
“SOMEONE’S MAKING DONUTS!”
“Solutions, give me solutions! SOLUTIONS, GIVE ME SOLUTIONS!”
“Zim!” “WHAT!?” “Zim!” “WHAT!?”
“Scared of BEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAANS, SPACEBOY?”
“Dance with us, GIR! Dance with us into oblivion!”
“WHY MY PIGGY? I LOVEDED YOU, PIGGY! I LOVEDED YOU!”
“How’s it goin’?”
“ADHESIVE MEDICAL STRIPS”
“He’s getting eaten by a shark!”
“I put the fires out!” “You made them worse!” “Worse? Or…better?”
“THEY TOOK MY SQUEEZING ARM!”
“I’m gonna watch it AGAIN!”
“WHY WAS THERE BACON IN THE SOAP?” “I MADE IT MYSELF!”
“OW! My squeedlyspooch!”
“I don’t get it! Why does he want to take over the Earth so badly? What does he have to gain? Or to loooose? And the mechanizations of this malfunctioning Santa suit completely ELUUUUUUUUUDE me!”
“YOU LIKE ICE CREAM. YOU LIKE ICE CREAM. YOU LOVE IT. YOU CANNOT RESIST ICE CREAM. TO RESIST IS HOPELESS. YOUR EXISTANCE IS MEANINGLESS WITHOUT ICE CREAM”
“Yeah…(oh yeeeeaaah) Ultra Peepi”
“I WANT MY SLAW!” “YOU HAVE YOUR SLAW, SIR!” “I WANT MY SLAW!” “YOU HAVE YOUR SLAW, SIR!”
“WHO ARE YOU?” “I am…” “WHO ARE YOU?” “I…” “WHO ARE YOU?”
“For longer than I can remember I’ve been looking for someone like you. Someone with a head like yours and a torso, too. Birds sing and you’re gonna PAY, THE END! HERE’S YOUR MEAT COVERED IN BARBECUE SAUCE!”