Saturday Morning. After throwing up and a brief trip to the emergency room, Dib returned home to find Skoodge lounging on the couch watching television and stuffing his face with whatever he could find in the kitchen. Ignoring the alien's greeting of Hey, buddy!, Dib headed up to his room and passed out upon the bed.

The next morning when he awoke, he discovered that the fridge had been completely cleaned out.

"What the-?! This can't be right! Dad went shopping just the other day! How could this happen?!" As if by magic, the answer to Dib's question presented itself in the form of a loud, warbling belch coming from the living room. Dib quickly darted into the joining room to find Skoodge, still watching television, surrounded by empty food containers and currently eating the contents of a box of baking soda that had been sitting in the fridge since the Professor first moved in.

"Mornin', buddy!" The gluttonous Irken exclaimed upon noticing Dib's presence. "Sleep well?"

"Um... yeah." Dib stared at his house guest, "Were you... awake the whole night?"

"Yeah, there were some really interesting infomercials on!" Skoodge said as he shoveled another heaping spoonful of decade-old baking soda into his mouth, he scoops out another spoonful and offers it to Dib, "Want some?"

Dib makes a face of utter disgust and declines, "Uh, no thanks. I prefer to eat... y'know, FOOD."

"Oh." Skoodge said before taking a look at the mess of empty containers surrounding his bed, "Oh... Whoops! Didn't think you were gonna eat that! Gee, I feel guilty now. Tell ya what! Let's head to MacMeaties for breakfast! I'm buyin', pal!"

Meanwhile.

"Eat it!"

"No."

"Eat it!"

"No."

"EAT IIIIIIIT!"

"No."

Gaz groaned, she had slept on the couch in Zim's living room last night after earning ten Super-Mega-Splodey-Bomb Killstreak Rewards straight on her game. She rubbed her eyes, trying the ignore the voices of Zim and his annoying, robot dog as they argued.

Why did she smell bacon?

She stretched, emitting all manner of popping noises from her skeleton before she dragged herself off the couch. Yawning as she wandered into the kitchen, she stared wide-eyed for a moment at the sight before her. Zim and GIR were in their disguises, as usual. Zim was wearing a leopard-print robe and overly-excited spacebunny slippers while trying to read the paper as GIR kept shoving a forkful of food at his master's face, no surprise there. What surprised her, though, was the huge breakfast that sat upon the kitchen table. It looked as though someone had taken the breakfast menu from a restaurant and just dumped the contents on the table.

"Eat it!"

"No."

"EAT IT!"

"No, GIR."

"HI, LADY!" The spastic robot cried, waving at Gaz, having just noticed her.

"Eh?" This break in the pattern caused the curmudgeonly Irken to look up from his paper, it was then that GIR's forkfull of food finally found purchase, much to the displeasure of Zim, who doubled over and retched violently as the large morsel of Earth Food violated his mouth.

"Sitsitsitsitsitsitsitsitsitsitsitsitsitsistsistsi tsitsitsitSIT!" GIR claimed, gesturing towards an empty chair by flailing his arms wildly in it's general direction. Gaz groaned at the vexing automaton's antics, sitting down just to shut him up, if nothing else. The moment her rump hit the chair, GIR squealed with joy and back flipped into the mountainous breakfast, disappear beneath the sea of pancakes.

Zim coughed and wiped his mouth off on the back of his glove. He was wearing his uniform under his robes, it seemed. "Ah, Gaz-worm. So, you awaken from the PITIFUL human weakness known as slumber. I'll have you know that I could hear the sounds of your dis-GUSTING snoring all the way down in the lab! I had to move Biological Experiment-463-dash-754-"

"CHUBBYBUNNY!" GIR exclaimed, practically exploding out of a pile of breakfast links. Sausages flying everywhere.

Zim sighed at his minion's interruption, "Yes, GIR. "Chubbybunny"." He said, attempting to placate his obnoxious robot dog before returning to rant at Gaz: " -to the Orbital Lab to keep it from going on a killing spree due to your incessantly NOISEY-"

"Are you going to eat any of this?"

"No, help yourself." He said casually, before continuing, "-dissssss-GUSTING SINUSES!"

"Ahuh, fascinating." Gaz said, off-handed as always, as she piled food upon her plate. Zim returned to his paper as Gaz shoveled the food into her mouth, having never been treated to a home-cooked meal in her life, whilst GIR just stood there, smiling dumbly as he watch the human gorge herself. And save for the sounds of Gaz inhaling food, they all sat in peaceful silence.

"Hey, look. They spotted Officer Squidman off the Coast of Brazil." Zim commented.

Meanwhile, across town at MacMeaties.

"Well, gee! How was I supposed to know they didn't accept Irken Monies."

Dib sighed, his house guest's plan to buy breakfast had collapsed in on itself when the Irken had discovered his interplanetary currency had no circulation on a non-spacefaring planet such as Earth. "It's fine, I told you I'll cover it."

"Hey, look on the bright side! When Zim finally takes over the planet for the Irken Empire, I'll be able to pay you back!"

They sat at a booth next to the window. Dib had ordered a kid-sized MacMeatie-breakfast while Skoodge had ordered everything else on the menu and was currently consuming his food at an alarming pace, smoke rising from his mouth as the meats ate away at him from the inside. Yet, he didn't seem too phased. Dib was about to mention that it probably wasn't a good idea to eat what had to be basically sulfuric acid in burger to his new friend when an alert went off on his laptop. "YES!"

"What is it, buddy?" Skoodge said, shoving a fistful of curly fries into his seemingly unending maw.

"It's Bigfoot! The Swollen Eyeball Network has been trying to pinpoint his migratory pattern for years and according to this, he's going to be heading up north through the woods, TONIGHT!"

"Wow! I've never been to the woods before! Count me in!"

Dib winced internally, he REALLY didn't want to bring this fat slob along on the bigfoot hunt, "Um, yeah. About that... this is kinda dangerous stuff, y'know. Maybe it's best if you sit this one out."

"NONSENSE! I may not look it, now. But, I'll have you know I conquered planet Blorch! Home of the Slaughtering Rat People!"

"How long ago was THAT?!"

"Mm, 'bout a couple of months, give or take."

Dib sighed, doubting he could shake the chubby goof from the hunt. He decided to change the subject. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Oh, like you wouldn't BELIEVE!" Skoodge said, continuing to shove fastfood down his gullet.

"Then... why do you keep eating it?"

Skoodge considered this for a moment, "... I dunno. Guess y'just learn to ignore it! Like this one time... I had to eat my own skin in order to survive! Lemme tell ya all about it!"

As Skoodge recounted the tale that lead to his disgusting act of auto-cannibalism, Dib slowly pushed the rest of his meal away as he felt the familiar feeling of queasiness return.