AN: Mmm... How sad is it that I've had this, a drabble, sitting on the backburner for months? I need more time to do things.
Free Time
Deep in the painfully magenta heart of Zim's base, GIR sat in a darkened communications chamber before a wall of monitors, each displaying a different channel of the humans' TV broadcasts, doing what he did best: Staring vacantly at the pretty colors as the blaring screens howled for his attention.
He couldn't decide which one to watch. How could he possibly choose when every one of those magical boxes was playing his favorite show? They all glowed so beautifully, showing him wondrous images of the Angry Monkey, broken spines, a Poke of Doom, DIARRHEA, and Classic Poop...
He knew he was supposed be doing something, but these were his favorite shows. All of them! He could sit there in front of those miraculous televisions for years and never tire of it. Though GIR couldn't remember his original mission, one thing was certain:
He loved those shows.
AN: It's not every day I get to type "diarrhea" in all caps. ... Maybe that's a good thing.