The last few days for Dib blurred on in an incomprehensible flurry of nothingness; the had sped past Dib with out so much as letting him get anything done, he hadn't spied on Zim all week, he hadn't even figured out his next evil plan yet. No, instead the rest of the week for dib was spent watching reruns of mysterious mysteries and drinking Gaz's soda when she wasn't looking.
Dib yawned as he walked into the kitchen, where Gaz was sitting down quietly enjoying her meal of cold left over pizza.
"Hey Gaz." Dib grunted as he stumbled over to the refrigerator, receiving only an animal like grunt from Gaz in reply, before pulling out the half empty carton of Poop orange juice with a heavy yawn.
Dib sat the juice carton on the counter with a stilled expression as he fetched himself a cup out of the sink being that there were no more left in the dish rack or the cupboard.
Dib rinsed out his cup, silently reflecting on the weeks progression, not that there was much to reflect back on the entire week had been more than dull even the new kids were boring. Dib though before freezing in the middle of pouring his orange juice causing the cup to overflow with juice as he remembered that his week had not been a complete let down after all.
"Dib, you're spilling all the juice!" Gaz hissed snatching the container away from Dib before tossing back into the refrigerator and returning back to her pizza over at the table.
"Huh? Oh thanks Gaz." Dib said blankly causing Gaz to stare at him wide eyed through her right eye.
"Whoa, Dib your acting weirder than usual." Gaz announced as she stared at her elder brother confused.
"Huh, oh sorry Gaz I was just thinking." Dib answered as he pulled his cup of orange juice towards his lips only to spill it on his signature black shirt.
"Aww man…this was my favorite shirt! But any way Gaz there's this new kid in my class who actually believes me about Zim!" Dib announced and Gaz gritted her teeth; all she had said was he was acting weirder than usual, she hadn't asked him to pour out his stoopid feelings, about his stoopid big headed life.
"Who cares?" Gaz said as she finished her pizza before leaving the kitchen, anything was better than being stuck in a room with Dib, she thought with a slight scowl.
"Finally someone who isn't crazy believes me!" Dib shrieked raising a fist and cup of orange juice in the air, finally Dib had received the retribution he had deserved, finally there was someone besides himself who didn't think that he was crazy!
"Who are you talking to?" Gaz called out from what sounded like the living room, her tone mocking and condescending.
"I don't know Gaz, I don't know." Dib responded as he took a long gulp like sip from his cup of juice, part of him really wanted to pay Duras a visit so they could talk about ways to expose Zim, but unfortunately for Dib Duras's and his sister couldnt have visitors in their condo, one of the rules or something Duras had told Dib; so instead of hanging out with his new foriegn alien hunter friend dib was just going to spend the day like he had wanted to spend the week, spying on Zim and all his alien-ness.
