I don't own invader zim.
Gir's POV
I really am smart.
I just really like to see everyone freak out when I do something weird.
But it gets hard to pretend to be stupid for so long.
That's why I go dancing, but it's not really dancing.
I run the underground black market.
I smuggle guns, drugs, and alien technology all over the world.
I am the master of the underworld.
I can have anything I want women, money, I could even take over the world if I wanted.
But with power comes problems. Every time I go back to my master there is some problem when I get back.
People have tried to kill me and I have been shot more times then my robotic brain can comprehend.
But I always win and rip the head off of the one who thought they would win.
But there is one that might be matched to my power.
Those swift moves, the killing intent, those sharp red eyes as the stare into me, the way she doesn't even give a person time to even realize the danger she poses, the way she kills . . .
Mimi . . . .
She will return one day to help her mistress finish my master and I will be waiting.
She is such a prize.
One day I will show her that the G stands for Great.
And she will be mine.
Some where in deep space a small robot named Mimi shivered and cast her glowing red eyes toward a far away planet named Earth.
She sensed that some how her fate had been sealed by a single thought.
A thought made by one of the strongest forces in the universe.