Look, I haven't forgotten I'm supposed to be doing these! For neofox!

Disclaimer: They're not mine, and Jhonen would probably jump into a grave just so that he can roll over in it if he saw this. :D They belong to teh Jhonen, and Nickelodeon (BOOOOOOOO) and I'm only playing (rough) with them.



The Irken race has reproduced through technology for as long as their history records. The relevant organs are all but gone; but the brain is strong, and the sensations aren't so much destroyed as dormant.

The Irken was small, talented, and entirely at their disposal. He knelt before them, claws traveling reverantly over thick green skin, dipping beneath armor.

"I live to serve you, my Tallest; to serve at the head of your armies, and bring our power to the universe. I long to spread the word of you glory, to every living thing." His tongue flicked, snake-like, over skin, and one of them moaned.

"Whatever, whatever! Just hurry up and do it!" The voice was impatient, hiding desperation.

He smiled, a satisfied grin that split his face and bared his teeth...then dipped low.