It was rather quiet at the supposedly education committee. Ms.Bitters, a horrific, lanky slender framed elder, was quietly stamping papers with a pencil. The kids began to shudder as their eyes were perked on her. Zim on the other hand, was staring through his contacts at a piece of paper that he was scribbling on, about what he'd like to see his future fate to be. Winning his tall lords favor, and getting rid of that one Dib boy. Ms.Bitters, glinted her lifeless eyes, as she banged her desk as it nearly shattered into wooden sawdust. This easily caught the Irken's attention, as he nearly fell out of the chair he was sitting on a while ago. I