Groaning, Gaz shoved past her meddling, bothersome older brother. She was in no mood to deal with this crap right now.

"So. It's come to THIS now. Don't you ever listen, Gaz?" Dib's voice droned in her ears.

"You can't stop me, Dib! I keep saying that but it's YOU who never listen!"

"Do you know where he's from? Huh? From an evil, slavemongering planet is here to take over the earth!"

"You're prejudiced, Dib. You're an ignorant bigot! Always believing the worst about everybody!"

"Sometimes the worst is the truth, Gaz. And who else is going to look out for you, huh? Dad? He's been down in the basement for three days running now. The last time I saw him I told him you were going out with Zim and do you want to know what he said, Gaz? Do you want to know what he said?"

"No."

"He said, 'Good, she's having fun.'"

"That's just it, Dib! It kills you to see me having any fun! I've finally found someone who knows me, understands me AND loves me... and you can't stand that can you! You're just jealous because NO ONE LIKES YOU, WELL NO WONDER!"

Dib flinched at that, but once he recovered, he immediately resumed his lecture right where he left off.

"Gaz, just... just do this, for your own sake. You're going to have to stop seeing Zim."

"You're going to have to mind your own business, Dib, and that's not all. He's coming over to see me tonight and you can like it or lump it!"

Dib's mouth fell open in horror, as if Zim hadn't already been coming over to play video games with Gaz for months now. When he finally closed it again he started in once more. "You play a few games with him and you think he's on our side? Stop being so naiive Gaz! They'll never be our friends. Never!"

"Nobody ever could talk sense to you, Dib. 'Aliens are bad, aliens are evil, aliens eat your - "

"They do! Well, sometimes they do, I suppose... How much do we know about these beings, really know about them? for one thing UGK!"

Dib would have said more, but Gaz was sick and tired of the argument and ended it. Now she grabbed Dib by the collar and twisted it so firecely that his breathing was cut off. With Dib gasping for breath, she gritted her teeth in his face and told him that she was going to see who she wanted, when she wanted, where she wanted, and as often as she wanted. After one final twist of the wrist, all of a sudden she let go and Dib dropped to the floor, wheezing for breath.

Gaz stamped upstairs to her room, slammed the door, dropped on her bed, turned on her Game Slave and prepared to kill something. Many somethings. As always, she wasn't going to bother with makeup, brushing her hair or changing her clothes. Zim was coming over tonight, and he could take her as she was or not take her at all.