A/N: Why hello there. I've gone and written a ZADR for you. I'm trying to make it as IC as possible, even though ZADR, by definition, is about as OOC as possible, out-OOC'd only by perhaps GAGR. Anyway...Enjoy. Critisism is welcomed and...expected ;-;

The television buzzed and crackled in syncopation with the pattering rain outside. Zim had fallen asleep on the couch after sitting through three hours of Gir's rented movie; Gir had wandered off to go bake some muffins for his master, cooing happily. A sudden knock on the door jolted Zim out of a pleasant sleep atop the arm of the couch. He hurridly ran his gloved claws over his head, adjusting the curved wig, grateful he had kept on his disguise. Leaping up, he scrambled to the door and flung it open, immediatly slamming it shut again and marching back to the sofa. More knocking, angry this time, stormed the door. Gir squealed and sped to greet the visitor.

"Gir! Can't you see this stupid boy is our greatest foe?" Zim shrieked at the robot.

"Oh. I made muffins!" squeaked Gir, rushing back to the kitchen. Seething, Zim glared at the soaked form in the doorway.

"Zim, listen to me! My dad is gone for work and Gaz, she locked me out of the house. I've been out here since this afternoon, Zim, please, just let me sit out the rain."

Cupping his chin with a clawed hand, Zim pondered. Dib-human's groveling amused him greatly; perhaps he could squeeze more submission out of the big-headed wormbaby. And besides, it couldn't rain forever. As much as he hated to do it deep down, he complied.

"Fine fine, Dib-stupid. You can stay only until this horrible rain stops. And keep your filthy wetness away from the great ZIM." With that Zim waved away further conversation and so allowed Dib to enter the house, much to the excitement of Gir. Dib, unsure of what to do with himself, stood in the rain for a few minutes before warily shuffling in, closing the door behind him, at which point Gir latched onto his leg until the rain water made him short-circuit and so he dashed off to retrieve his muffins. Zim had resumed his position on the couch, flicking through channels with an expression of both anger and excrutiating boredom. But he could barely move to speak before a screeching Gir assualted him with muffins. Having tentativley taken one, Dib sat down on the sofa, on the opposite end of Zim, staring ahead at the TV until the rapidly changing channels gave him a brain anuryism. In attempt to break the rather awkward silence that had built up between them, Dib coughed and announced, "Cooking is apparently the only thing Gir can do right."

He got a grumble in response.

"Ziiiim! I made muffins!"

"Yes, I know, Gir."

"Please have oooone?"

"I'll have some of the Dib's muffin. Now leave!"

The little robot saluted smartly and dashed off, prompty crashing into a wall. At that point, Zim demanded Dib give him a bite of muffin. Dib refused and attempted to fit the entire muffin in his mouth, much to the disgust of Zim. The little alien hopped off the couch and stormed away, leaving Dib to choke until Gir came to his aide, which meant kicking Dib several times in the back. Deed done, Gir cried out in glee and grabbed the television remote, seducing Dib to three hours of Feather Boas of Death II.

A/N: That movie is entirely made up. But if it were real...I would totally watch it.