It was one horrible night on Planet Irk, the Irken homeplanet. There was the birth room full of millions of cloning tubes. One inperticular tube aquired a green happy face and a robot arm grabbed the tube and broke it in half. A small, green-eyed Irken smeet fell head-first to the ground. The robot arm quickly placed a Pak on his back and zapped him to life.

Robot Arm: Welcome to life, Irken child. denunciar for duty.

Irken Smeet: Can me has sammich?

Robot Arm: What? No! Get to the intellegence downloader!

The Irken Smeet walked over to the intellegence downloader and got knowlege downloaded into his pak. The smeet walked out of the booth.

Irken Smeet: I AM ZERO!

Robot Arm: Excellent. Now, you have a job to do.

Zero: Me dooooooooos?

Robot Arm: Yes.

Zero: Me dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooos?

Robot Arm: YES!

Zero: What does me need to does.

Robot Arm: You must train and learn to be a true Irken. You must learn how to become vicious and horrible.

Zero: What?

Robot Arm: You need to learn how to kill and raise doom and hell.

Zero: Isn't that mean?

Robot Arm: That's the point.

Zero: OK!

Robot Arm: Also remember this, Vortians are our greatest enemy.

Zero: Gee, thanks Mister!

Robot Arm:......I'm a robot.

Zero: Can me has a sammich?

Robot Arm: NO!!

Zero: Aw, Man.