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| - Robot Cheerleaders: "Yay Skool! Skool, yay, Skool! Skool Skool Skool! Yay yay yay Skool! (extended dialogue) Announcer: And now a word from our student president!! Student President (EXTREMELY happy): Isn't our Skool just GREAT?! Student President: Our greatness is greater than all of the greatnesses of all the other schools COMBINED, and it's that greatness that makes us GREAT! Student President: But I want to say just ONE little thing, maybe - um, about the dirty bathrooms... Camera-Droid: DO NOT BE ALARMED. THE STUDENT PRESIDENT HAS SUFFERED A FAILURE IN Skool SPIRIT. A NEW ELECTION WILL BE HELD IMMEDIATELY. Camera-droid: VOLUNTEERS? VOLUNTEERS? Zim: OOH! OOH! Pick ME! PICK ME! Zim: Pick ZIIIM!! Zim is ME! Zim is MEE!!! (Camera-droids continue to sift through the crowd, as Zim continues jumping and waving his hand.) Zim: Zim shall RULE! I am.. ZIM!!! ZIM ME! I AM ZIIIM!! (Camera-droid hovers over to Zim and analyzes him.) Camera-droid: ZIM. ANALYSIS: MORON. SUITABLE. CANDIDATE 2 NEEDED. VOLUNTEERS? Dib (shocked): But Zim's criminally insane! That's not good! Camera-droid: DIB. ANALYSIS: ANNOYING. Dib: *mumbles* Camera-droid: VOLUNTEERS? Willy: Heh, heh... Shoe... heh, heh... eh, huh? Camera-droid: WILLY. ANALYSIS: LEADERSHIP MATERIAL. Dib: (shocked) MMPHMMPHMMMM!! (facepalms) Ms. Bitters: The candidates will now speak. And then be quiet! And then I go away from you all. Zim: As president, I will ensure that all mankind has its LEGS SAWED OFF! Kid: I don't know about that... Zim: Eh... And um... replaced with legs of pure GOLD! Zim: Yes, and I will... grant you the power to fire LASERS from your heads! Kid: I like gold! Kid: I like my head! Dib: Oh, no! Zim's promising them anything! Ms. Bitters: Candidate number two, be quick! I can only survive so long in the sun. (extends a finger from the confines of her cloak; it instantly starts smoking, proving her point)
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