Bat-Snake

Prisoner 777 was nearing the end of his patience, as Zim babbled on about his intents for the MacGuffin of Chekhov V. Something about destroying the human child he was foolish enough to continue tangling with. He wasn't even focused on Zim anymore. He watched his three children behind the containment tube they were imprisoned in, huddled together for heat and comfort. Attached to the tube was a massive red button - the same one that threatened to 'erase his children from the universe'. Below that, the words 'ERASE CHILDREN' were painted in large blocks. The manipulation was stacked together cruelly; though Prisoner 777 always hoped it was a bluff, he wasn't going to take the chance. The littlest sucked its own hand quietly. They all looked disheveled - unlikely not being fed adequately. He wasn't quite sure how they hadn't keeled over from Zim's complete obliviousness to the care little Vortians required; someone else had to have been keeping them afloat. It took everything to