I can't believe I ever made it this far…yay me!!!! (Pardon my use of London Tipton's famous catchphrase)

And sorry for not updating in so ever long… I was busy... forgive me?

Oh, and thank you for all the reviewers so far... many, many, many, many, many thanks!!!!

Anyhoo, I'ma try to stay awake as I type this chapter. I feel so…::yawns::…tired.

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Gaz watched her brother run swiftly through the door… and smirked. Normally, she would have screamed at the heavens because his insane brother had escaped her clutches, but… she had placed a little something on Dib as he was pinned to the wall spouting all that stupidity about Zim. Good thing Gaz had that prototype sickness patch in her pocket. (From TV commercial: "Invented by the one-and-only Professor Membrane, the sickness patch, when placed on someone's skin, makes the person sick! Genius, isn't it? Symptoms of diseases caused by the sickness patch may include dizziness, disorientation, vomiting, headaches, coughing fits, fainting, etc.)

The purple-haired girl settled back into the couch and looked idly at the clock. The sickness patch should work on Dib…

That was only the first part of Gaz's revenge. The second part… would be around the time when Dib comes home…if he ever makes it home, at least. That was when Gaz was going to fulfill Dib's request: "Just…beat me up later!"

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Dib's POV

I ran as fast as I could, and soon, the weirdly-glowingly-green house became visible in sight. My sprint slowed down to a jog, and my jog slowed down to a walk as I reached the front door.

I raised a hand to knock on the door, and, almost immediately, the door flew open. A pair of metal arms dragged me in.

"HI, MR. BIG-HEAD BOY!!!!! ME N' PIGGY ARE ABOUT TO HAVE TEA!!!!!!! WON'T YOU COME PLAY?!"

"H-huh?" I looked around, confused. There was Gir, cheerfully waving at me with a pink, bewildered-looking pig in his hand. "W-what?"

"COME PLAY TEA!!!!!"

"Tea…? Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm here to see Zim."

"You mean masta'? He down in the lab!"

"Um…okay…thanks, I guess…" There was a silence as I looked awkwardly around, massaging my head. Gir stared at me with an idiotically happy smile on his face.

After ten seconds, I cleared my throat. "Um…could you lead me down to the lab?"

"Okee-dokee!!" came the chipper response. Gir walked over to the sofa and pressed a button located…somewhere. The sofa opened up, and we stepped into an elevator-chute-thingy.

I stared in awe as Zim's lab gradually revealed itself. Even through it was all owned by my worst enemy ever, I was still able to appreciate the advanced alien technology located right in the room I was about to enter.

When we had reached the bottom, Gir stepped out and started waddling toward where, I presume, Zim was located. I followed him, trying hard not to make any noise. I wasn't so sure Zim would be happy to find out that his robot had let his worst enemy into the lab.

Very soon, I was able to distinguish the Irken's slight figure through the dark light. His back was turned on us, and I winced as Gir gave a high-pitched squeal that Zim would surely hear. I looked frantically for a place to hide.

Luckily, there was a large strange-looking machine located conveniently nearby, and I dove behind it just before Zim turned around.

"Gir? What are you doing here?"

"…" I prayed Gir wouldn't reveal that I was here. "…I don't know…" Yes!

"You don't know? Then go back upstairs! I'm working on a very important project right now!"

Project? This could be his next evil plan! I peeked around the edge of the machine at the slightly darkened form of Zim and the smaller figure of Gir.

Gir replied sadly, "Awww…but I don't wanna!"

Zim sighed. "Go."

"But—"

"Go!"

At the command, Gir let out a high, screechy wail. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" I flinched, covering my ears. Gir sure could scream.

"OKAY! OKAY!" The green Irken's frantic reply cut through the din. "YOU COULD STAY! JUST STOP SCREAMING!"

"Okay!" The little robot started skipping a circle around the alien. "Whatcha doin'?"

Zim sighed. "I am working on my next evil plan, Gir. It will not fail, as the Dib-stink is far too busy being CONFUZZLED to SAVE THIS PATHETIC PLANET!!!!! The stupid Dib-human thinks he can stop me, with his stupid, big, head, but I, ZIM—" Ha! So he was trying to confuse me! Wait… did he just say confuzzle…? I thought.

However, at the words, 'big head' Gir stopped skipping and interrupted his master's rant. "Ooh, Mr. Big-Head!!!! You LURVES him, don't cha?!"

Huh?

Zim had the same reaction, albeit a bit more… loud. "WHAT?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, GIR? HOW COULD YOU SAY I 'LURVE' THAT FILTHY, PATHETIC—"

"But you hugged him, Masta'! And on TV, hugs mean LURVE!!!!" My face turned red. Maybe he wasn't trying to confuse me after all…?

"I—that was for the plan, Gir! Don't you remember?" My face resumed its original color. So there is a plan.

"You lurves Big Head! You lurves Big Head!" I averted my eyes, feeling embarrassed, as the annoying chant repeated over and over. Suddenly Gir gasped. "You blushing, Master!"

Huh? I glanced at Zim in interest. Irkens could blush?

But why is he blushing? whispered a small voice in my mind, but I brushed it away.

"Grrrr…Gir, I told you, THAT WAS FOR THE PLAN TO CONFUSE THE DIB!!!"

I decided this was now the time to act. Go for a dramatic appearance, Dib. This is your time to confront the enemy!

I jumped out from behind the machine and declared, "Ha! Zim, I—" But at that very instant, my knees weakened. My stomach felt like it had been punched, my lungs constricted, and blackness stole over my vision…

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So there it is… sorry if it sucks, which I'm pretty sure it does. I think it's a bit confusing… but you probably figured out what happened at the end. Yes, the sickness patch Gaz planted on Dib took effect, and Dib… fainted.

(snickers) Wonder what Zim'll do to Dib while he's out?