Dib laid across Zim's desk on his stomach as he looked over Zim's homework, he got finished with Zim's homework first.
Gir then burst out of nowhere only making Dib jump a tad and Zim throw something in Gir's direction, yelling, "Go and do something useful! The computer has been depressed lately, go inject him full of that stuff!" Zim still never referred to his things by name in Dib's presence even though Dib knew all of the labels by heart, that tube he had thrown at Gir was Garplaxen (Dib couldn't say exactly correct), it was pretty much a liquid anti-depression pill for AI units. Gir studied the tube as if he hadn't seen it before, "...OKAY!," and he ran away as fast as he could.
Dib let out a groan, his wounds were cramping, he had a headache from doing double the amount of homework (all the yelling wasn't helping either) and he hadn't eaten in about five hours or maybe more.
"ZZZZZZZZiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmm!"
Zim looked up from what he was doing to glare daggers at Dib, "What, Dib-stink?"
"I'm huuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnngry! Do you ever eat? And if you do what do you eat?"
Zim sighed, "Don't you know already? I do carry waffles and biscuits but, that's the only human food I carry."
Dib shrugged and rolled off of the desk (thankfully landing on his feet) and stumbled over to Zim, who sighed, stopped what he was doing and led him up the elevator. "COMPUTER! Take us to the kitchen." "Okay," the computer sighed, before he burst out crying. Zim simply sighed and rubbed his temples, "GIR! Inject the computer already!" After a few seconds the crying stopped with the opening of the doors and Gir was there holding an empty tube pulling it out of the correct injecting hole and handed the tube to Zim, who patted him on the head and said, "Gir, go make waffles and biscuits for the Dib-filth. Understood?" Gir looked about ready to explode in joy and a few seconds later Gir was bustling around the kitchen like a busy housewife.

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Dib's communicator finally rang around 9:10. Gaz's face appeared on the screen, "Get home, now Dib. Dad's been having a bad day." Dib sighed, his stomach was full, he had taken pain medicine, and his headache was gone, "'Kay Gaz, be home soon." Gaz glared before she ended the transmission. "Alright, Zim I gotta go. Laters." Zim sighed, "I'll walk you, I haven't got anything be- I mean I have plenty of thing I could be doing but, all of them can wait. Gir, are you coming?" Once they had started high school, Gir had become pretty much only an inside animal unless he was going to a party, but the girls would have to pick him up. "Outside...NOPE!," and he went back to channel surfing.
Zim shrugged as he slipped on his jacket, put on his human disguise and opened up the door to have the remnants of the robot parents twitch and murmur something that was incomprehensible as if they should be moving or saying something but where unable to. Dib sighed, that was just sad.
Dib and Zim walked out into the crisp, cold night, their breath visible in little puffs of pure white, like a cloud. "Hey Zim? Are you ever gonna fix those robots you used as parents? I know they were failures and all that fun rot but, it's kinda sad to just watch them sit there, knowing there supposed to be doing something but, not being able to. Doesn't that bother you?" Zim gave Dib an odd expression but, shook his head. "I have to look over there pieces and see if any of there pieces are operational and those working pieces will be trading for something better." Dib knew they were just robots, cogs and gears with a few voice simulators, pieced together to move and talk that had no real life in them but, it felt as if Zim was cruel to just sell there there functional pieces and use the rest of them for scraps. It probably only bothered him because he was half asleep.
Dib and Zim said goodnight, both said it with a promise of harm in the morning, even though neither of them would.
Zim walked home, he was also tired and slightly hungry now, but, he could easily fix that. Dib went to bed having a strange feeling in his gut, something was going to happen, he wasn't sure if it was good or bad but, whatever it was, Zim was going to hate it. It couldn't be that bad then.