"Yes, G.I.R. likes everything. He's annoying that way." ZiM followed Hok as they climbed up what was known as G.I.R.'s "like stack".
Such a foolish and lackluster name. ZiM was sure he could come up with a better name than the one uttered by that wrinkly Irken Hok, like "stacky-likey."
The "like-stack" consisted of little square hatches with images of greasy food objects and a wide variety of filthy Earthenoid beasts such as rabbid squirrels and muddied pigs. The immense love G.I.R. had for said lowly and filthy creatures permeated through the slightly-ajar hatch door. Those little pink upside-down butts humans use to represent love were practically bursting out of the hatch door's opening.
ZiM came to face a hatch with his image plastered on the door. "Is this me?" Those pink little love-butts did not permeate from the door.
It must be because it's actually closed unlike the other thought. Surely G.I.R. who liked all would hold his master in the highest esteem? Wouldn't he? Doubt crept up at ZiM as he recalled the incident.
ZiM needed to know what was behind the hatch. It was a matter of utmost importance to ensure that his servant held him in high esteem. "Well... I should make sure G.I.R. thinks highly of his master."
With that ZiM swung the hatch door open. Behind the hatch door was ZiM. Drool poured out of his mouth like the idiot he was. Pathetic as ever, failing time and time again. Willing to do ANYTHING for his Tallest just to hear their voices for a few more seconds. Ever so obedient regardless of the pain the tasks would bring. A pathetic slut of a clown in the eyes of the Empire.
"I.. Oh..."ZiM's fortress of denial began to crumble. But this was not the time or the place for that to happen. His survival depended on him being able to think clearly. He was inside G.I.R.'s dangerously unpredictable and virus-infested AI brain after all. He slammed the door shut immediately. "I never want to see that again."
"What?" responded Hok.
"Just keep climbing. Yrrrsh." ZiM would make sure to delete the memory files of what he had just witnessed once he got outof G.I.R.'s AI brain. G.I.R. was wrong, he told himself. G.I.R. was a horrible and idiotic robot that he kept around for reasons that he did not have the words to explain. Reasons that were concepts foreign to Irkens, but reasons nonetheless. His judgement was more reliable than G.I.R.'s after all. ZiM was amazing and therefore the same adjective applied to his judgement. ZiM was never wrong.