Zim & Chris' Turkish (Mis)Adventure

Within a few days we have become best friends with our new-found Turkish chums. We spend nearly all day with them for days and they insist that we never leave and always stay one day longer. The first time that we spent the night at our new friend's house we were introduced to the enormous collection of weaponry that he keeps under his bed. Not only does he have numerous swords and knives to suit any occasion, he also has two fully loaded handguns. We were even more suprised to find out that he has one of these guns on him nearly all of the time, like our own personal armed escort. I am sure that for Zim this is quite a normal thing but that kinda thing just isn't normal where I come from. We are still not altogether sure why he feels so paranoid as it is certainly not a particularly dangerous city (unless you run into him) and to make it even harder to understand, he is just about the nicest person that you could ever hope to meet.

He insists on taking us out everywhere and paying for everything as well as escorting us home at night or letting us stay at his house. What more could we ask for... All of this and we can't even communicate properly. We have picked up loads of Turkish in the short time that we have been here and so with the aid of Tarzanja (Sign language) we can say pretty much anything.