ZIm sat on the couch with Gir. They were watching that 'torturous' show about the monkeys.
"What is this fithly programming, Gir?" he asked.
"The Angry Monkey Show." Gir answered.
"Ugh, its stupid." Zim said. There was a loud knock on the door. Zim got up, relieved to have a distraction. He opened the door to find a panting Dib.
"What do you want?" Zim demanded.
" I need help. Gaz commited a terrible crime, she burnt down someone's house, she's hiding behind the skool. You have to help her, Zim," he begged.
"Why should I? You can do it," Zim sniffed.
"Because. She needs her features altered, and I can't do that. You can, but I can't," Dib admitted.
"Fine, bring her here," Zim slammed the door in Dibs face, and sank onto the couch. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but slowly the darkness of sleep crept up on him.