ZIM: Rooftop Conversation

It's gotta suck when somebody you know actually knows the answer to that question.

Yes, thankyoumuch, I do like drawing ZAD...something. You may fill in the missing letter any way you wish- I know what I think. As for notes... this is just an in-class doodle-thingy that actually got finished, so I'm not going to rip it a new one. But I couldn't remember what Dib's interstellar radio looked like, other than that it was boxy. Zim was listening to something on it (do Irkens have bad pop radio stations, I wonder?), but having no ears he just kind of slings the headphones somewhere near his head and goes from there.

My dear teachers from freshman year must be rolling in their nonexistant graves, because *where*, dear girl, has proper perspective gone? To which I respond that perhaps if I did not have courses at ridiculous hours of the evening, said perspective might not go out to dinner. Mmmm... dinner.