They Go All 'Splody
"WHEEE-HOO-HOO-HOO! WHEE!"
"Gir! Keep it down in there! I'm trying to relax for a change!"
"SQUISHY! YAY!"
"GIR!"
"YAYYYYY!"
"OKAY, THAT'S IT!" Zim stomped into the kitchen, and glared at Gir, who was making smores. "What are you idoing/i?" Zim put his hands on his hips.
"I'm makin' smores!" the little S.I.R. said enthusiastically.
"Smores? What are those?" the Irken raised a non-existent eyebrow.
"Lookit!" Gir said. Zim walked over to the robot and decided to watch. Hopefully, watching for a little while would make the smeet-like robot shut up for a change. "First ya take the brown squares, then ya put the white, SQUISHY!" the sudden outburst startled the robot's master, but before Zim could say anything, Gir continued. "—squares, and then ya put the browner squares!" in plain English, the instructions would have called for gram crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate, but the Invader's loyal sidekick had a special way of explaining this, as well as many other things. Luckily, Zim understood Gir's crazy way of speaking. "Then they get all warmed up and stuff!" the robot put the plate of uncooked smores in the microwave and put them on for thirty seconds.
"Gir, that was chocolate you put on there, right? Because I've recently made exploding squares that look like this and were put in the fridge so that intruders such as the iDib-human/i would think that it was harmless."
"Yesssssssss." Gir's enthusiasm was kind of creepy.
The smores appeared to be getting brighter, and turning bright red-hot.
"Hey, is that supposed to happen!" Zim said.
"YAYYYY!"
BOOM!
The sticky treat had exploded and cover the whole house in it's goo.
Underneath all of the mess, only Zim and Gir's eyes showed.
"I like it when it goes all 'splody~."
"Gir, I'm going to kill you."
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