"Okay!" Gir yells and runs into what seems to be a random room. "By the way master," Gir says before running in to the room. "You missed Jam day."

"Jam day?" Zim asks apparently talking to no one. "Oh ya…"

(Random flashback of yesterday.)

Zim was quietly eating toast when Gir runs around the room squealing "I GATZ SUM JAM!! I GATZ SUM JAM!!!"

"GIR!" Zim yells to Gir. "What are you doing… and why does my toast taste funny?!" He looks down to see that his entire slice of toast had been smothered in jelly. "Awww crap."

(End of flash back)

"That makes since." He was about to continue talking to himself when Gir runs back in. "Oh good your back." Zim says without even turning around. "You need to- HOLY FISHSTICK-PASTE WHAT DID YOU DO?!" he yells turning around.

Gir sprints into the room on a llama. "I made a llama!" Gir yells.

"Gir," Zim asks still in shock. "Where, did you get, a llama?"

"The cloning machine!" Gir jumps off of the llama.

"Where did you get the llama you used to clone that llama?" Zim asks his shock turning to anger.

"UUHHH…" Is all Gir can think to say.

"Gir," Zim says now fully angered, "How many llamas did you make?"

"Aawww master," Gir pleads. "Do I have to count ALL of them?"

"No," Zim says trying not to scream. "But you do HAVE TO GET RID OF THEM!"

"Okay," Gir sighs.

"I don't have time for this Gir." Zim also sighs grapping his toast. "I've got 'earth school'." He walks out and looks back, "AND I DON'T LIKE JELLY ON MY TOAST!"

Okay, it still kinda sucks. And I realy like conversations in my stories. Live with it. I'll update when I feel like it (-3