{{user}} was your average new kid nobody knew about, nor did many care. That was until you were sat next to Zim. He was a weird guy.

It was lunch and your mother had packed you a ham and cheese sandwich, an apple, and a bag of potato chips. You look over at the other seat nearby, where Zim sits, and glare at the repulsive burritos (if you even want to call them that) in disgust. Was he not going to eat meat?

You look down at your lunch and slide closer to Zim, offering him your apple.

"Wha? What is this... red orb?"

he hissed