A/N: I have a ton of things to do but I want to do this anyway! Yipee!

Disclaimer: Umm, if you don't know this off by heart already I'm afraid you have very little memory capacity. Or logic present inside your brain...

The Krinkle World

Gyrus Krinkle was feeling happy today. He was off that cursed moon, comfortably seated on his couch, in his house. He was enjoying a nice, simple, insignificant and typical space-related video game.

Then disaster struck the household of Krinkle.

"Oh my god!" Gyrus yelled at the top of his voice. He shook his head, the video game goggles falling off his head. "I can't believe you turned off my game!" the man screamed at his sister.

The girl in question rolled her eyes. "I'm getting worried about you Gyrus." she said flatly.

"Worried? About me? You're kidding right?" Gyrus put his goggles back on, talking while he fiddled around to turn the game back on. "Jeez, why do you even bother? Everyone else knows I'm insane."

The girl rolled her eyes yet again. "Yah!" she said in that gut-wrenching tone of a teenage girl. "But I'm younger than you, so I, like, have to be that way. You're my only way into university of some stupid college on this planet since Mom and Dad left, so I have to make sure you keep your pathetic and low-paying job! It's a miracle you managed to get back to CleanOps anyway...

"WHICH brings me to the point of your robot monster! Do you know what that she-witch did to me yesterday?!" the girl shrieked at her brother's face.

Gyrus was well into his newest game by now. "Christine, relax. I don't care whether you think of her as a mom or not, she's just there, to do stuff Mom isn't here for."

The girl's mouth opened in disgust. "Are you joking?! You have no idea how horrible she is to me! You should have gotten married and sent to her a scrap metal plant!" Christine shook her head. "Why oh why did you have to break up with Brooklyn?" she moaned. The girl started pacing in front of the lounge, her brother still playing his game.

"I can't believe it." Christine continued. "You're pathetic enough when people don't know that you had to get a freaking robot for a freaking girlfriend! And you managed to get DUMPED by her!"

Gyrus winced. "Ya know, you never started liking Brooklyn and talking on the phone with her until after we separated..."

Christine flicked the comment off. "You are sooo lame..."

"Language." Gyrus said absently. He winced as he lost a life.

"'Lame' is not a swearword! Lame-o! Lame-o lame-o lame!" Christine taunted, dancing around the couch until she tripped over a footstool.

Gyrus laughed. "Lame-o? Is that the best you can do? Now that is lame."

Gyrus' kid sister pouted. "You're still pathetic beyond all human imagination."

The middle-aged, and apparently, pathetic, man nodded. "You have no idea."

Christine sighed exaggeratedly, resigning to go up to her room and read something random. Not more than five minutes later did Gyrus Krinkle scream suddenly.

"Dammit! I'll get you someday, alien scourge!"

Christine groaned and plunged her face into her pillow. Her brother was just too weird for her.

That was really weird, wasn't it? Ah well.

Okay, this is sort of like another of my stories, 'Behing the Bone Curtain'. Little peek into the life of Gyrus Krinkle. I hope it'll be funny, and it's in no way meant to be taken literally or seriously. But you can review anyway!

Stay tuned, for up next is a flashback to Gyrus' first real human date in high school!