"Dib-thing! Diiiiib-thiiiiiing!" Zim came running into the living room, panicking, and Dib looked up from his and Gaz's game. "Yes?" "This…sticky white substance… what is it? It claims to be a weak adhesive, but it's molded itself to me and won't let go!" Dib sighed and put down the controller, walking to his boyfriend and laughing-he'd told Zim to stay away from the glue, but he supposed he should've shown him what it was first.