"Deck the halls with bounds of holly! Fa lalalala la la la la!" Gir sang, prancing around the base, throwing all manner of objects around. "Tis' the season to be jolly! Fa lalalala la la la Hey, master!"
Zim picked up a small, furry creature that was trying to scurry away from the demented robot. "What are you doing, Gir?"
"Spreading Christmas!" cheered Gir, throwing his hands up and spilling their contents all over the floor.
Zim shuddered, remembering the horribly failed plan involving this particular holiday. "No, Gir! No x-mas!"
"B-but," whimpered the gir unit. "But WHY!"
The "Invader" clutched his pounding head as the robot let loose a high pitched scream. "Just obey me!"
Gir didn't stop.
"Grrr, okay. FINE! You can spread the filthy Earth holiday!"
"Yay!" the little robot cheered before running off.
"That was nice of you, Zim."
"Pff! Zim is not nice," Zim muttered.
"But you would normally leave the poor thing alone until it cried itself asleep."
Zim growled. "Leave Zim alone, Dib-smell."
He could almost hear the human smirk. "Oh, but your thoughts are so …entertaining."
Zim stayed silent.
"Hmm. Is that so? Maybe I'll let you two out just to see if you can."
The Irken's eyes narrowed. "Invaders are always prepared for a fight."
"Yet you aren't an Invader and you weren't prepared."
"Do you want to fight, stink-worm, or not?"
"…Very well."
The world faded before revealing itself through the curved glass and tainted liquid of the chamber. A tall man with lightning shaped hair stood before the alien, smirking.