ZIM sat in his kitchen with his head on the table. He was depressed because Dib had just foiled yet another plan to prepare earth for it's overtaking. His ego had been deflated (at least for the moment). Gir walked in squeaking in his dog suit. When he stopped in front of ZIM, he smiled, attempting to cheer him up as to go out for taco-marshmallow flavored ice-cream. ZIM looked up to see his chipper robot. He scowled. Gir frowned, hung his head, and walked out, still squeaking in his fantastically squeaky way. ZIM put his head, once again, to the table. He had no need for Gir's chipperness. Just as he was getting back to his sulking, he heard Gir come back into the room. He put his scowl face on, looked at Gir and said "Go away, Gir. I have no use for you now. Go play with your pig." As he put his head down Gir put something on the table. Zim looked to see what it was. What Gir had placed on the table was round, orange, and a bit bigger than his fist. He gave Gir a puzzled look. Gir smiled and said "It's called an orange… like the colure! You should eat it. IT'S LIKE HAPPINESS IN A FRUIT!!" squeak ZIM shrugged, he might as well. He peeled it (with much difficulty) and took a slice in his hand. He looked to Gir one last time who nodded. He ate the slice and smiled. He had never smiled with such happiness.