A/N: This is ZAGR (ZimxGir, not ZimxGaz)… with ZADF and other stuffz. Yeah.

Android GirHumanoid… y'know… Terminator type thingy.

My DA account: StillNotDead will have a few drawings of my Android Gir.

As misleading as the prologue is, it is NOT ZADR. OKAY? Learn to deal with it.

Disclaimer: Jhonen can stuff a worm-baby in it if he can't handle AlienRobot love. He's the one who made me believe that Zim has some affection for GIR. From what I've seen, Zim speaks to Gir in a softer and kinder voice. When he ISN'T yelling at him to shut up or calm down, mind you.

Quotes that this is TRUE:

"Nice work, Gir." (He says it nicely; even though he almost cracked his head open since Gir seriously fails at steering himself)

"Gir, would you please stop singing?" (Lol, this may be due to short-term INSANITY from a consecutive six months of the doom song)

"And I promised the moon to Gir." (Do I NEED to go on?)

More than eighty percent of the worm babies slept during the day. Usually for a short period of time, some longer than others. They called it 'taking a nap.' The Irkin couldn't decide if it was simply because they were exhausted, or if it was because they were awake for the entire night to do one of their pointless jobs, or if it was simply to pass some times.

But he did decide that it was soothing. A nice, relaxing break from the stress of everything. He always felt refreshed after an excellent nap. He found himself more cheerful, and would sometimes even play with Gir after sleeping for a bit. It put him in such a good mood. As much as he hated to admit it, the human meat sacks actually created something useful. Sure, it wasted time, but he felt more motivated. Less stressful.

It was a shame he still had a block and a half to walk back home from high school.

Zim knew nothing would change once he and Dib were transferred (because graduating was such a silly word to use for something so pointless) to high school. Other than their height, they somehow still were the same height after all their growing and Zim's wig, he had gotten a more modern hairstyle, everything stayed the same. The two rivals always tried to top each other everyday. Going through they same routine every day.

Dib would screech to the world that Zim was an alien.

Zim would deny it and shout insults.

Dib follows in pursuit.

The other kids (who had gotten crueler over the years) would call them various names.

Dib would throw some sort of food or liquid at him that would cause him to scream in agony.

Zim would insult him some more.

You get the point.

It was all getting tedious. Both acknowledged that. But they had started acting more civil from this. It was a way, how the earthlings would put it, their relationship was.

They always said goodbye to each other when they left from school.

They sat with each other at lunch, even if they were at opposite ends of the table. The other kids never sat with the two freaks, so that counted as something, especially since they could easily clear a table if they sat with the other kids.

But even with the progressing friendship, it was still stressful. So he wanted to take a nap. Badly.

His longer legs carried him around the last corner. He was home! He was… in front of a roofless house that no longer had a front wall.

Why couldn't Gir just not touch anything!?

"GIR!!"

Frantic clanking sounds could be heard as the malfunctioning SIR unit scrambled over to Zim. "Yes master?"

"What did you DO to the house?!" He shrieked, curling his fingers into fists, trying not to completely destroy Gir on the spot.

"Oh, my cupcake exploded." Gir smiled with that annoying smile.

Zim's anger was doused with confusion. "How could that happen?" He asked, trying to figure out what would cause a baked good to blow up.

"I was baking a special cupcake for you!" After a fit of insane giggles, Gir started to tear up. "My tacos exploded too."

Zim was torn between feeling touched and acting homicidal. Gir ruined the house, and it'd take a while for his machine to repair it, but Gir tried to make something for him.

Gir had also changed. He seemed to become more intelligent, not too much though, but he also seemed to realize how incompetent he could be. So, when he tried his best, he always got frustrated. He made Zim a present once, for Christmas, and it was an adorable little metal heart with stickers, fake jewels and sequins scattered over it. He forgot about wrapping it, and he had been so excited to give it to Zim.

Only to have it fall apart in his fingers when he presented it to his master.

He started sobbing. "I'm sorry Master."

And Zim had felt bad. So very bad. The green Irken had wrapped his thin arms around his loyal companion.

"Thanks Gir. You did good."

Gir immediately perked up. "Thank you… I love youuuuu!"

Zim learned the hard way that Gir was strong. He felt that hug for weeks.

"Let's go buy some tacos, then." Gir smiled warmly, his big, cyan eyes sparkling.

"Yay! Masta's the GREAAAAAAATEST!"

"Gir, go get your costume on!" Zim really needed an easier disguise for Gir. And he needed a solution to his consecutively destroyed house.

"TACOOOOS!" Gir screamed as loud as he possibly could, popping every innocent passerby's eardrums. He came tripping out of the house and tackled Zim.

"Gir, you are not a human! Stand on your four legs…" Not human…

Robots weren't humans. So to keep his secret hidden, he made Gir wear a mask of a dog, since he was too small and simply too 'advanced' to be a human that was the age for his height.

But that could be changed. And if that was changed, he could also prevent his house from being obliterated from his insane robot.

"Zim has an idea."

A/N: Weeeee Read. That's all I care about, really. Reviews are nice, but I rarely review myself, so… I understand. Also, I don't know EVERYTHING there is to Zim, unlike most of the other IZ writers. I JUST started watching it… abooout… three to four episodes (30 minutes, so… around eight stories) and I JUST saw an episode with Zim speaking in third person… so heheheh. Tell me if I did something out of character.

And the very fact it's ZimxGir could drive people away.

The next time I actually update….. I dunno. I suck at keeping a story going.

But I LOOOOOOOOOVE tacos. I might not be able to stay away. I love this show