Log 2,467; 14:06 PM, Monday, October 1, 2007

The Dib-human is distracted today, more so than normal. He has done nothing but sulk and write in that blue notebook all day; there has not even been an attempt to expose Zim! The Dib-filth is planning something; I can feel it. I will take his plans for capturing Zim and rip them up! And then I’ll turn this planet into-

Who am I kidding? Zim isn’t an idiot. He knows when he’s been beaten…. It has been three years since I’ve been banished to this filth-hole of a planet. Well… really, three years, four months, nine days, five hours, six minutes, four seconds, and ninety-three milliseconds. And going up. Each day I spend here gets worse and worse. I keep up the silly plots of world domination simply to keep myself and the Dib-worm occupied.

Tonight. It must be tonight. I will leave this town and go somewhere else. It has become far too dangerous to remain here any longer. My people will be exposed as an alien race if I allow my game with the Dib-human to continue.

I found a small town in the state called “Michigan.” It’s mostly rural and has barely any technology to speak of; most unlike this country’s big cities like Chicago and New York. It’s also by a lake (although the lake is probably contaminated by this world’s filth.)

The Dib-human is probably getting suspicious. Zim hasn’t proclaimed his amazingness all day! Best do so now… Pretend as if I’m not plotting. I’ll annoy him… for the last time.

End of Log 2,467; 14:19 PM, Monday, October 1, 2007