As I worked to bypass the faulty systems, GIR floated nearby, giggling maniacally. "Lab hot! Ooh, Zim, can we make the humans do the fire dance?"
Twenty years from now, when the reboot eventually happens (one can dream), the lab will still be hot. The wires will still be sparking. And Zim will still be wiping the sweat off his brow, screaming at a computer that is actively melting. And we will be watching, cozy in our air-conditioned rooms, loving every sweaty, chaotic second of it. invader zim lab hot