You pick up the eletronic journal device sitting on the desk in front of you. You turn it on, and see 'diary of gir' flash on the screen, blurry, but still fairly readable. The button 'first entry' practically cries out for you to press it. Without a moment's hesitation, you press the button and delve into the secrets in the mind of the robot that is GIR...
-- entry one --
i'm new to this. . . universe-y. . . thingie. i am special! i don't look like the other sirs. or rather, they don't look like me. i think i'm cuter than them. ugly sir units. blech. they should all be cute and snuggly. but none of them are. not even me. how can you expect to gather useful stuff if nobody wants to hug you? it just doesn't happen. nobody hugs me.
my master, zim, is so mean. from the very first moment, i had a feeling that he didn't like me. he said i looked 'kind of not good'. that isn't a very nice thing to say. 'gir, reporting for duty' i said. after that i hoped of 'pleasure to have you aboard' or something like that. but no. 'what's the g stand for', that's what i got. how the heck am i gonna know, i was just 'born'! nobody told me yet, so why would he think i knew? stupid green head irken. i think that's what they said they are. irken. and all irkens have shiny eyes. they're pretty. like sugar wafers. those are good.
i'm not looking forward to this trip at all. i'll have to find a way to keep myself busy on the way to planet we'll be taking over. maybe i can get something to read from the 'how to take over a planet' thing across from the convention dome. then again, i don't really like reading. i like candy better. but anyhow, i'd rather not have to stare at black sky or zim's bloaty green head the whole way. oh wait, i'm sorry. i meant to say 'my master's bloaty green head'.
bye bye diary.
[gir]
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-- entry one --
i'm new to this. . . universe-y. . . thingie. i am special! i don't look like the other sirs. or rather, they don't look like me. i think i'm cuter than them. ugly sir units. blech. they should all be cute and snuggly. but none of them are. not even me. how can you expect to gather useful stuff if nobody wants to hug you? it just doesn't happen. nobody hugs me.
my master, zim, is so mean. from the very first moment, i had a feeling that he didn't like me. he said i looked 'kind of not good'. that isn't a very nice thing to say. 'gir, reporting for duty' i said. after that i hoped of 'pleasure to have you aboard' or something like that. but no. 'what's the g stand for', that's what i got. how the heck am i gonna know, i was just 'born'! nobody told me yet, so why would he think i knew? stupid green head irken. i think that's what they said they are. irken. and all irkens have shiny eyes. they're pretty. like sugar wafers. those are good.
i'm not looking forward to this trip at all. i'll have to find a way to keep myself busy on the way to planet we'll be taking over. maybe i can get something to read from the 'how to take over a planet' thing across from the convention dome. then again, i don't really like reading. i like candy better. but anyhow, i'd rather not have to stare at black sky or zim's bloaty green head the whole way. oh wait, i'm sorry. i meant to say 'my master's bloaty green head'.
bye bye diary.
[gir]
Please let me know what you think! E-mail, read, review, etc! And visit Galactic Conquest! http://conquest.filetap.com