A/N; SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN, LIKE FOREVER. I HAD WRITERS BLOCK BAD. ANYWAY, HERE IT IS NOW. PLEASE NOTE, I WAS NOT TRYING TO TICK OFF DIB FANGIRLS. I WAS JUST TRYING TO KEEP ROBOMOM AND DAD IN CHARACTER.
"Well, hello, little girl." Robomom greeted cheerfully. "Hello, Mrs. Zillinski. Is Zim home?" Dib asked, ignoring the fact that she called him little girl (she did that… a lot) "oh, yes. My little eggplant baby is in his room. Just flush yourself down that toilet in the kitchen." Must sound like the most normal thing in the world to her. Dib thought. Anyway, he flushed himself down the toilet, and knocked on Zim's door. "Hello, Dib." Zim croaked. "Do you have a med ward?" "Yeah. Come on." He took Dib's hand, and led him to a room that looked like a med ward. Well, it had an examination table and stuff. Zim sat down on the examination table, and Dib started working on his throat. The back of his throat was swollen and had goiters on the roof and sides of his esophagus. Or… you know, whatever it is Irkens have. Dib started scraping away some of the goiters on his throat so he could eat and breath. When he finally finished examining and scraping away goiters, Dib turned off his flashlight, and started to talk to Zim. "Okay, dude, I'm not going to lie to you, you have strept throat." Zim was about to scream out at him, but, Dib quickly shushed him. "You can't speak a word. If you want your throat to heal or to ever speak again, you'll have to stop speaking for a few weeks." He handed him a whiteboard, and eraser, and a package of dry erase markers. "You can use these to speak." Zim wrote out, "well, YOU'RE just a _" and showed his message to Dib. "Dude, that is cold. We're on a kid's show, man!" Dib packed up his satchel, and went looking for GIR. "Psst! Hey, GIR!" he whispered to the tiny, blue-eyed SIR unit. "Yeah?" GIR whispered back to the boy with a large head (people always say that, but, I can't see anything wrong with it) Dib handed him a bottle of red liquid. "give this to Zim later today, okay? If you have any probs, call me, kay?" "yeah, okay." "great." Then, he turned to the short Irken who had just now stepped out of the trashcan. "call-I mean TEXT me later, dude. Bye!" he then rushed out the door, trench coat flowing behind him. GIR looked at Zim, and they stared at each other for a long time. "so, how are you going to speak?" GIR asked him. Zim pulled out his whiteboard, and wrote "like this." And showed his message to GIR. "oh." They decided to go watch TV together. GIR got up to get some food, and asked Zim if he wanted anything. Considering his recent throat half-surgery and the pain he was still in, his throat literally scraped raw, He wrote out two words; "ice cream."