Original version of the story is now on DeviantArt. Look for gaz7gir.
"MY DOOR IS UNHAPPY! MAKE ME A NEW SHOE SIZE!!" GIR screamed, holding a banana to the cashier's face.
"I'm sorry sir, but we don't sell windows here." The cashier mechanically started crying, "I don't like you! you," he said with tearful eyes.
"Have a nice day," the cowboy announced on the loudspeaker, "And screw you all!"Everyone in the store cheered, except for GIR, who ran into the blue vortex of nothingness to return to the nearest Starbucks, two stores away.
Meanwhile, Zim stared cautiously out his window. The peanut butter was running after him. He opened the window and fired his lasers."TAKE THAT, YOU SAUSAGE FREAKS!" he cried as he shot a random salesman passing by. He looked around. All hope in the room had gone. So he waited for the peanut butter to get him. He waited and waited for the rest of his life. Even though that the peanut butter had stopped chasing him after he bought the trail mix at the gas so, Dib married the fish and had many babies and lived happily ever after, except for the bagpipes. Everybody hated the bagpipes.
THE END!!!