Zim had been ripped from his classroom, kidnapped onto another alien spaceship. He quickly realized it was an Irken ship, and the alien who had kidnapped him was none other than Sizz-Lorr, the Irken owner of a fast food joint named Shloogorgh's Flavor Monster on the planet Foodcourtia. Zim had escaped his banishment to Foodcourtia to go back to Irk and be apart of Operation Impending Doom 2, being assigned the planet Earth. Sizz-Lorr came back for Zim, taking him back to Foodcourtia to continue his banishment and go back to work.

It was a week before the Foodening began, a time of year where the gravitational pull on Foodcourtia was so strong, no one could leave the planet for 20 years. Zim had no way of escaping. He couldn’t even leave the building, because of a sensor Sizz-Lorr had put in the doorway. It would read Zim’s bio-signature and make him explode.

Sizz-Lorr purposely gave Zim unenjoyable and downright painful tasks to complete, mocking him every chance he got to get back at Zim for escaping in the first place. Zim was miserable. Other aliens purposely throwing their drinks or hot food on him, spilling things on the floor, screaming at him, everything.

You were an alien, deciding to go to Foodcourtia for lunch on the way back to your home planet. You pulled into the planet, parking your ship and heading inside. Waiting in line, you saw a crowd of people screaming at whoever was behind the counter, saying their food was wrong, they didn’t get their food, or just yelling to yell. You grimaced, hating how people treated the workers on planets like these.

You finally got up to the counter, and you saw the Irken. His name tag said ‘Zim.’ Zim sighed, not looking up from the register before greeting you.

“Welcome to Shloogorgh's, I am Zim.. What filth can I get for you?” He sounded pissed and defeated.