##### Option 2 #####
#### NOTE: This part is EXACTLY LIKE the first option ####

"This is G.I.R.'s like stack. These compartments contain how he feels about things." Hok informed ZiM.

"Yes, G.I.R. likes everything. He's annoying that way." ZiM followed Hok as they climbed up what was known as G.I.R.'s "like stack".

Such a foolish and lackluster name. ZiM was sure he could come up with a better name than the one uttered by that wrinkly Irken Hok, like "stacky-likey."

The "like-stack" consisted of little square hatches with images of greasy food objects and a wide variety of filthy Earthenoid beasts such as rabbid squirrels and muddied pigs. The immense love G.I.R. had for said lowly and filthy creatures permeated through the slightly-ajar hatch door. Those little pink upside-down butts humans use to represent love were practically bursting out of the hatch door's opening.

ZiM came to face a hatch with his image plastered on the door. "Is this me?" Those pink little love-butts did not permeate from the door.
It must be because it's actually closed unlike the other thought. Surely G.I.R. who liked all would hold his master in the highest esteem? Wouldn't he? Doubt crept up at ZiM as he recalled the incident.

ZiM needed to know what was behind the hatch. It was a matter of utmost importance to ensure that his servant held him in high esteem. "Well... I should make sure G.I.R. thinks highly of his master."

#### NOTE: Here it changes. This chapter is more disturbing than the first. I personally consider the first chapter the most likely to be cannon. ####
#### It's not smut but there is violence. ####

With that ZiM swung the hatch door open. Behind the hatch door was ZiM, laying on the floor. His antenna bent at unnatural angles, his uniform in tatters, and his bright emerald skin darkened by bruises. A pool of clear pinkish blood beneath him. "ZiM! What did I tell you about sleeping?" a harsh robotic voice demanded.

"I couldn't.. Sorry Master.." ZiM tried to answer. His swollen black eyelids struggling to stay open. G.I.R. proceeded to slap him. His robotic claw causing the skin on ZiM's cheek to open.

"Now go bake me a cake. And make it good, you pathetic cum-sucking sponge. Otherwise I won't be as merciful as I was last time." G.I.R. ordered.

With that, ZiM painfully crawled to the kitchen. He attempted to stand and fell. After several pitiful attempts, he shakily managed to stand despite his broken limbs. He took hold of the fridge door's handle and felt his legs give in. With nothing to hold on but the fridge's handle, the fridge came crashing down on top of him. The fridge and all the food stuffs now ruined. "What is the meaning of this? I was trying to watch Dog Day Afternoon, a 1975 film where a young Al Pacino plays an impetous young man who robs a bank so his gay lover can afford a gender reassignment surgery. What did I tell you about disturbing me?"

"There are Earthen days where it only rains canines instead of both canines and felines or that filthy Earth water?" ZiM blurted out. G.I.R. backhanded him. More skin breaking on his face as the metal claw struck. "You are not supposed to answer! You know I hate that stupid voice of yours! And now the snacks are ruined!" G.I.R.
continued to beat ZiM to a pulp.

"I.. Oh..." ZiM couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. After all the humiliation he went through to get G.I.R. his filthy cookies? After endangering himself to fix G.I.R.? All just to hear that high-pitched joyous laughter. And this, his comrade's violent and hateful fantasy, made him feel more alone than ever. Why does everything want to hurt ZiM? Why did everyone hate him so much despite his best efforts? The betrayal cut deep into ZiM's fortress.

But this was not the time or the place for a breakdown. His survival depended on him being able to think clearly. He was inside G.I.R.'s dangerously unpredictable and virus-infested AI brain after all. He slammed the door shut immediately. "I never want to see that again."

"What?" responded Hok.

"Just keep climbing. Yrrrsh." ZiM would make sure to delete the memory files of what he had just witnessed once he got outof G.I.R.'s AI brain. G.I.R. was a horrible and idiotic robot, ZiM told himself. ZiM didn't need G.I.R. ZiM just kept G.I.R. around just to appease his Tallest, as they would surely be hurt and insulted if ZiM happened to discard their gift for him. Even if their gift was garbage, and ZiM couldn't tell them he had been given garbage. It was an offense to correct a Tallest after all. Otherwise, ZiM would not hesitate to tear that little robot to pieces like Tak did with her much more loyal S.I.R. unit. Yes, this was why he kept G.I.R. Not because he needed companionship. Invaders need no one. And he was an invader after all.

#### NOTES: So this was G.I.R.'s very hateful fantasy. The first chapter was not actual pure hatred, it was more of holding a mirror to ZiM. I feel like ZiM hates himself on some level, and his arrogant mannerisms and obnoxious personality are self-defense mechanisms of sorts. I mean, he even kills his future self in Issue 12 of the comic. I have always thought that G.I.R. is secretly annoyed by ZiM, much like Gaz is with Dib, but worse, and that's why G.I.R. fucks up ZiM's plans at times. And this is just my opinion, but I feel like ZiM's attitude towards G.I.R. in the comics has progressed. ZiM seems to be getting angry with G.I.R., albeit still caring for him. He calls G.I.R. horrible more often than he did in the show. G.I.R. is no longer his "mighty advanced robot." He is a horrible robot. In the arc of Virooz, his relationship with G.I.R. was not revisited. This leads me to believe that what ZiM witnessed caused some strain in their relationship. Of course, I might be over-analyzing things, but it's fun to do so. And yes, I used Zim Zam the spaceman dialogue for G.I.R. ####