Zim went up to his fake home, through the disgusting toilet. When he came up something crawled out. He didn't want to know what the heck it was. Anyways, he checked every nook and cranny of the silly home.
"GIR!" he yelled, over and over again, to no avail. He couldn't hear GIR yelling and blabbering on about piggies, taquitos and what ever else he always shouted for no reason.
"GIR, I demand you to come over here," he shouted. Absolute silence. After a while, with his nonexistent ears, Zim could hear sobbing...could you call it that? It was a strange fusion of laughing and crying. Something only one person...err...SIR unit could do.
"If you don't come down here, you'll meet the same fate as that device!" said Zim.
He could faintly hear GIR say, "NO!"
"Oh, so now you dare disobey ZIM?!"
Of course, GIR did. "YES! HAHA! TAQUITOS!"
Zim clenched his fist and bared his teeth. As much as he hated it, he knew he would need GIR. He thought. And thought. And thought. Geez, is he such an idiot that he can't say sorry?
He eventually, after what, days? I think it was days, maybe weeks, he knew what to do. This was something he had never wanted to say in his entire life. Almost nothing could force him to say this. Except GIR.
"Zim is sorry"
I know, this story is gonna be real short. I took a certain reviewer's advice and started a new paragraph for dialogue, and it looks way less messier.
I got a lot of positive reviews, so thanks!