Even though he's a part of the violent and dominating Irken race and even though he's an accomplished Invader, Skoodge never saw himself as a particularly violent or evil person. Even when being with Zim caused him to do terrible things, it was Zim that was the evil-doer, not him.
Zim. Oh, Zim.
Zim was Skoodge's everything, his (albiet secret) jemna, whether he wanted to be or not. Skoodge had denied this emotion for too many years. He wasn't even fully aware of it when he came to live on Earth. It wasn't until a quiet day when Skoodge had received a hug and a 'thank you' for saving him from Dib's newest and extremely deadly trap, that the
Zim was a hardened irken invader, a solider for the armada and an elite specializing in operative weapons of the Empire. He had destroyed the things he was to protect more times than anyone sane should've been able to count.
Skoodge (Irken Invader of four planets and skilled in numerous useless things.), sighed and mentally tallied it down to about five thousand four hundred and eighty six. That time on Indonvinishia didn't count. Those Sniackerbocks had distracted Zim. It was an accident.
Said Irken was grinning, assuredly basking in the wondrous heated adrenaline that was the latest effort at world domination, hands placed cockily on hips