I just whipped this up in three seconds after a mistake I made on Google, but I found the results rather interesting. I don't own iCarly, the characters, 'Zaplook,' Google, or the results you might find after googling 'Gibby.' I hope you'll like this. :D
"Hey, guys, come look at this!" called Freddie from the couch in the living room.
"What is it?" Carly came over to where Freddie was bent over his laptop.
Sam came over more slowly, munching on a piece of meat she had just snatched from the fridge. "Wuff is it?" asked Sam, mouth full.
"You remember Gibby, right?"
Carly and Sam gave him a no-duh-you-think? nod. "Well," started Freddie, "look at this!"
The two girls looked at the screen of Freddie's laptop and saw the search he had found on Zaplook:
'gibby - Slang. An incredibly awesome person. Someone who tends to be far cooler than anyone else in his surroundings.'
"What do you think of that?" laughed Freddie.
"That's stupid," spoke up Sam, swallowing the meat in her mouth. "Let me see that." Shoving Freddie out of the way and roughly stealing the spot he was sitting at, Sam clicked on the link. She started muttering to herself while scrolling down the page and reading all the entries of supposed definitions of 'gibby.' Then she started laughing.
"Carly!" shouted Sam with her eyes beginning to tear up. "Okay... Listen to this: 'Gibby: The skin and fat that dangles from a cat's underbelly.' Haha! I gotta tell Gibbsters that one tomorrow!" She then headed over to the fridge again and jammed the rest of the meat she had into her mouth.
Sighing, Carly politely asked, "Freddie, can I see your computer for a minute?"
"Huh? O-oh, sure!" He didn't have to move at all, though, since he was already at least five feet away-his position from Sam's shoving. Carly was scanning all the definitions on the page, and when she reached the bottom she leaned in closer to the screen, almost as if to double check what she was reading.
"Okay, then..." she mumbled. "'A suicidal, maniac/sadistic, killer,'" she quietly read.
Sam, somehow hearing that nearly silent comment, rushed over to Carly, almost sending both of them tumbling off the couch. "Killer? Oh my gosh! I have to tell Gibby that one, too!" she shouted, before breaking off into another fit of laughter.
Freddie managed to hear the knocking coming from the door over Sam's gales of laughter. "Come in," he replied in acknowledgment.
The door opened up, only to reveal Gibby... whose white shirt was covered in a thick, red liquid.
"Holy—!" The room became quiet, and everyone stared at him, eyes wide.
"Guys," began Gibby, "I—"
"You're a murderer!" screeched Carly. She tore off over to the door and slammed it, quickly locking every lock the door had to offer. Before doing anything else, she just hyperventilated by the door for a second, her heart beating what seemed to her like two hundred beats a second.
Sam calmly pointed out, "Didn't think he had it in him."
-x-
On the other side of the door, Gibby blinked several times, confused. "Huh," he said. "Wonder what was wrong with them." He shrugged it off then murmured while walking away, "Just thought they'd be able to help me with the mess my strawberry smoothie made after blowing up."
And how the heck did Gibby's smoothie blow up?