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Now that’s what I call

Incredible Durability

im a gentle ass soul that babytalks insects I find in my backyard but YEAH I WOULD

Like I’m not blaming the kid either

- ever since the tender age of toddlerhood, start having freak accidents with rubber pigs inexplicably popping into your vicinity like a glitch in the matrix jumpscare

- these incidents become recurring and steadily more frequent over the course of your childhood, and each one leaves you with a serious long term injury or disability

- this literally just becomes a THING you deal with in your life for years, as long as you can remember. There is absolutely no explanation, it just freaking happens every few years somehow. You literally have no idea when the next pig may suddenly appear especially when almost always it occurs while you’re in the middle of doing the thing you love the most (your one hobby that’s so central to your identity and your remaining ability to enjoy life that not even this bullshit stops you from still trying your best)

- Reasonably you have so much dread and fear and past pain tied up in this inevitable cycle that you display literal symptoms of ptsd manifested as a phobia toward the visage of the rubber pigs.

- couple the above with the fact that the younger sibling you live with still has a fondness for piggies and their imagery. You have this history and you have to attend a dinner at Bloaty’s Pizza hog probably every couple of years.

- by the time you are around 12 years old, the damage has stacked up to point of you barely being able to function in daily life. You’re disfigured and living in constant pain, struggling to exist. The bullying situation is probably on a whole other level now than it would have been had you just been a healthy freak.

- weirdest and most harrowing part of all this is the potent sense of jamais vu you feel towards the matter on the present particular day. Like it hasn’t always been this way even though it undoubtedly has been, in your memory and in the evidence. You can see your prosthetic hand and feel the tubes in your neck and it all feels stranger and newer than it should at this point. Ffs you literally have the peripheral sense of your high intellect starting to seep through your fingers Flowers for Algeron style, ebbing away along with a childhood’s worth of better days and experiences. It’s all deeply wrong but you can’t pinpoint why or how for the life of you, because this is just your hard knock life. It always has been. Yeah.

- Ever the trooper who still has a world to save and a rival to stalk irrelevant to all this, you saunter out toward that alien’s base as you were sure was already the plan for today. Try not to dwell on things too much and then. That robot. THAT damned robot comes around the bend holding one of them. The exact same object responsible for the constant misery and pain that has punctuated your entire life.

- You’re not the shiniest egg in the carton anymore, but you’re just still bright enough to put two and two together and suddenly that gnawing disconnect makes sense. It doesn’t actually make total sense, but it makes the most out of any other option that this entire time it’s somehow been him even though you only met the freaking demon like a couple months ago. Of course it’d be him, and he’s not even denying it. He is cackling in there to himself because now you know he did this to you and he’s not stopping just yet. Your entire life is getting stolen from you one stupid rubber dog toy at a time and the thing thinks it’s hilarious.

Anyway yeah even if it were me I’d also have the gloves fully off in the mech suit power up too; it would be going down between me and that roach like

“Haha ha remember how Zim actually killed Dib on screen for a moment in that one episode? So dark right?”

Yeah Haha ha ha remember when Zim also screwed up in that same episode by turning their beef so personal and traumatic that after Dib survived, he stopped even thinking of capturing him, and he just rushed into dude’s base with the open intention to fucking end Zim and GIR both on the spot in broad daylight?

“Thinking all day about Zim remorselessly killed/crippled a child-“

And? We knew he was capable of that from episode one I’m thinking all night about the terrifyingly canon threshold that exists between current Dib and a scenario like this

For the love of God can we talk about this one

The IZ animatics are funny as hell. Here are some "Pilot" Dib faces from The Nightmare Begins.