marketing
With 16 120 stores in 49 countries, and with the average drinker consuming 3.4 cups a day, Zim decided that taking over the world using a smelly human coffee chain would be a very good plan indeed.
attendance
As he delivered the last lines of his speech, Dib attempted to make eye contact with each and every one of his fellow MIT graduates. He never expected to see a green head watching him in the audience.
terrorist
The thin, bespectacled boy and his friend with the unfortunate skin condition sit at the coffee shop, enjoying two lattes. They leave as soon as they finish. Something seems to have been left behind - a tiny, purple moose.
Seconds later, the city is engulfed in a mushroom cloud and a roundish craft is seen zooming out of the destruction.
crash
The cows chewed their cud lazily. It wasn't like they hadn't seen alien spaceships falling from the sky and exploding onto their lovely, lovely grass before. This one unfortunately burned their best patch of grass, but as long as no one was getting abducted, they were fine.
guide
"You do know cows can't give us directions, right?"
construct
He had to hand it to Zim, converting the piles of cow manure lying around into fuel was a stroke of genius. Using the same shit (literally) as "superior Irken shipbuilding adhesive" was most definitely not.
birth
Zim would never admit that he actually liked this particular Earth custom. Liking the enemy's primitive rituals was a sign of WEAKNESS! But oh, what a delicious form of weakness it was! He figured he could postpone the mission until he finished eating the Dib-thing's celebratory birth cake.
experience
Dib knew well enough not to cross an angry alien pointing a laser at him, but he did anyway.
troop
Tomorrow he, the AMAZING ZIM, would lead his army to fight the Dibworm in the most epically epic showdown yet! The Dib didn't need to know that his "army" only consisted of GIR and a pack of rabid squirrels.
here
"So your mission was all a lie?"
Eyes glared at him, but antennae visibly drooped.
"Sorry about that, Zim."
The lipless mouth hardened into a line and quirked downward slowly, defeatedly.
"Where will you be staying now?"
...
The statistics of marketing came from random Google searches, so they might not be very accurate. (Then again, this is fanfiction, so who cares about real life business accuracy?) It's also a rather shameless reference to a little thing I did on dA. If anyone's interested, searching for "Irken" and "Starbucks" should get you there.
terrorist, crash, guide and construct are the sort-of sequels to explosive in the previous chapter. Hmm, there's an idea. Maybe if I can string enough prompts together, I'll be able to write a decent-sized story without quitting halfway through.