The family trip (though their dad couldn't make it) to Las Vegas had ended in disaster. Gaz was now twenty, and Dib twenty-one. Apparently, Gaz thought it was perfectly okay to spike Dib's punch. WHY did Zim have to follow us? Dib thought, waiting outside the lawyers office. He got a call on his cell phone. He picked it up: It was Gaz. He braced himself and answered it. Sure enough, she was laughing harder than she ever had.
"You-You r-really-" She couldn't even finish. Dib grimaced.
"Yep. Outside the lawyers office right now." At his tone, Gaz started laughing even harder.
"D-Does Tak know?"
"Does my girlfriends know I got drunk and married a psychotic alien? No. I hope she never does." Gaz laughed more for a few more seconds, but suddenly stopped.
"Why did he...Can he even get drunk?" She asked. This hadn't occurred to Dib.
"I'll be sure to ask..." He couldn't even finish the sentence. Even he had a little bit of pride, and it had curled up and shot itself when he woke up next to Zim.
"I figured out that alcohol doesn't burn me like most human liquids, Dib-stink," Zim said, from the chair next to him, "I didn't know it would have the effect it did." Gaz had heard him, and started laughing even harder.
"Gaz, I wouldn't even be in this situation if you hadn't spiked the damn punch!" Dib snapped.
"I-I'll be sure to i-include that when I tell Tak you m-married Z-"
"Don't say it!...It looks like we're next. I have to go."
Later...
"HE WHAT?" Tak sounded threatening, even through the phone static.
"H-He..married..."
"Married who?" Tak demanded. Gaz laughed harder.
"Z...Zim! He married Zim!"
"WHY?" Tak screeched.
"O-Okay...Do you know what effect alcohol has on humans?"
"Yes."
"I spiked his punch, and it had the same effect on Zim...When Dib m...did that...He probably had no idea who he was marrying." Gaz laughed so hard she had to hang up. Tak considered if she should put this in her next progress report.