Zim was looking through a microscope at a sample of the formula he was working on while Gir was watching TV.
"I love this show"
"Shh!"
"I want bacon!" Gir squealed.
"Quiet Gir! I need to concentrate."
"I want bacon!"
"I said quiet!" Zim said angrily, "This formula is very delicate and your constant screeching with shatter the container."
Gir paused for a moment. Then, "So?"
"If the container breaks," Zim said, "we'll both fry!"
"Yay!"
"That's bad Gir! We'll fail our mission."
"Oh." He turned, "I'm gonna have a sandwich!"
"Just don't break anything."
"O.K.!" Gir went up into the house.
Zim continued working for awhile until he heard glass shattering. Zim spun around and shouted,
"Gir!"
The bubbling tank filled with more of the formula behind him exploded.