He just wanted a bit of normalcy in his life, was that too much to ask? Yes, of course it was, he was related to Professor Membrane after all, and almost all who were related were cursed in some form or another. Sighing, Dib fell back onto his bed, not caring that he was now laying on the miscellaneous junk that had somehow managed to accumulate there or that he had knocked some of said junk to the floor. He was a teenager now, why should he care? It wasn't like he was really out to impress some nonexistent visitors who may or may not drop by. Plus it wasn't like Zim, the only one who ever did drop by, really gave shit. His lab was just as messy as Dib's room, if not more so. . .
"Your room's a dump."
"So sue me, Gaz," Dib grumbled, flipping his sister the bird for emphasis, "I mean it's not like I'm out to win the cleanest bedroom award."
"Be that as it may, dad's going to be showing off our home to some new clients tomorrow," Gaz revealed, "And I'm sure he would appreciate it if every room was spotless."
"I'll get up and clean here in a minute," Dib vowed, after taking a moment to process Gaz's words, "Right now, I just want to lay here and contemplate the ways in which to end my miserable existence."
"Good luck with that, let me know if you need any help," And with that, Gaz vanished back to her own room.
Dib groaned aloud. He had a feeling it was going to be yet another very long night.