[ Zim was broadcasting from his base once more. The feed was actually a video recording, thus, without the proper tweaks made to the viewing journals, it would only be broadcast as a voice post with a photo of the Irken Invader without his disguise on. ]
It has come to my attention that you...time...lordy thingies are not human. However! Your species isn't registered anywhere in the Irken data banks I can access without being able to link up to the Control Brains and update the files I have on hand. [ His voice wasn't a pitched shriek, or an airy growl of any sort. It was nasally, and while the tone was even and a bit dark, it was more of an informative and authoritative tone of voice. ] Since you ugly little human-looking things claim to not be human, you have been enlisted by the mighty ZIM to assist the GREAT Irken Empire!!
My guidance systems can't get a clear reading on this stupid little box that we've been stuck in, despite my best efforts, and I can't send any transmissions to the Massive. Being the amazing genius I am, I've had a device that can create wormholes in my base on hand since I arrived, setting the coordinates as I choose, so one of you lucky time things get to escape and see the light of day! I, of course, can't open the wormhole from my base and pass through on my own without anyone monitoring the equipment, at least. And since I won't let any stinky, stupid sacks of human FILTH or Irken enemies into my lab, you Time Lordies are my only option.
Respond if you're interested. I'll upload the coordinates to your Journals and prepare the defense systems so you aren't obliterated on sight.~ [ Oh he just sounded so proud of the fact that he could burn anyone or anything that set foot within the parameters of his base to a crisp. ]