A/N: So sorry this is so bad, and so late. I don't write well when I have migraines and my card doesn't pay for my migraine and seizure medication, so I'm trying all these generic stuff that doesn't work. So sorry this chapter sux. Needless to say I do not own IZ, blah blah blah. I'm just content to own merchandise. :P

Gaz smiled as she studied her craftmanship. She was never good at sewing, but the green cloth doll wrapped in a peice of Zim's older shirts, didn't reveal her lack of talent in the department. She held it down for Gir to inspect.

Gir looked at it before nodding happily, "Looks like master! I WANNA BLOW IT UP!"

"No no, Gir. With special dolls, we need to be gentle. Not too gentle, but gentle none the less." Gaz thought for a bit before nodding her head to the trashcan that led to the lab, "I'll show you."

Gir followed her, a little miffed that he couldn't play with his new toy like he wanted. When the elevator stopped in the lab, they could see Zim drawing up blueprints. Gaz winked to Gir and held the Zim doll behind her back.

She strolled up next to Zim and asked, "What are you working on?"

Zim glanced up in surprise and shrugged, "Oh, just something to pay back your brother with. Preferably something painful..."

Gaz frowned and twisted the doll's arm.

"Ow! What in the Irk?" Zim dropped his pen and looked at his arm.

"What's wrong?" Gaz feigned concern.

"I-I don't know. My arm just started to hurt. Maybe Zim just needs to stretch..."

Gaz poked the doll in the stomach harshly. Zim doubled over, trying to regain his breath.

Leaning down, doll still behind her back, she spoke in her sweetest voice, "Oh dear, you have been working too hard. You better relax or you will get sick. I'll get dinner started and you do... whatever it is you do to have fun."

Surpressing a smirk, Gaz walked out to an awestruck Gir, keeping the doll out of sight. Once in the elevator she turned to him and asked, "Now, remember you might as well be holding your master. Can you be gentle with it?"

Gir nodded vigourously, holding his arms out.

Smiling, she handed him the promised "toy" and watched as he hugged it tight, Zim screaming in the backround. It wasn't like she was going to let him have a way to control Zim permanently. She made sure the charm would wear off in a couple of hours. Till then, it should be amusing to watch.

Gaz was cutting the noodles for the macaroni when she heard Zim screaming for help. Not wanting to miss one precious moment of humiliation, she went to see what Gir was inflicting upon him.

Zim was in the middle of the room, his foot being moved in and out and shaken. Gaz reckonized this as the hokey pokey before he was forced into doing another dance.

Seeing Gaz, Zim cried, "The germs! They got Zim! I-I- OW MY SQUEEDLISPOOCH!"

Smiling, Gaz walked closer, "Yes Zim, germs have you bad.."

Then before she could blink, Zim was pushed into her, his head forced to her's in an awkward kiss. Their eyes bugged out like a cartoon. Gaz, regaining her train of thought from such a humiliating position, shoved Zim off her and stormed to Gir's room.

Zim sat in the middle of the living room, shivering. He felt violated and abused somehow. But he also felt very happy...

Gir watched as Gaz dissapear from the moniter he had been using to watch Zim do the things the doll did. With a squeel he dropped the doll and hid under his bed.

He heard the door slid open and Gaz's heels click on the floor in an angry pace, "Gir! Get your metal ass out here!"

Gir shook. If he was real quiet, she would never... Hey, animal crackers!

Gaz, hearing a crunching under the bed, saw the two metal legs underneath. She pulled on them and held Gir face to face, by his feet. Gir smiled, "Hiya, scary lady!"

She rolled her eyes and started her scolding, "Didn't I tell you not to seriously hurt anyone?"

"But I didn't..."

"Yes you did! You hurt me! I'll never be able to live this down." Gaz hissed, her narrowed eyes ablaze.

Gir just looked at her, a solemn expression on his face, "Are you and Mastah going to get married?"

Gaz dropped him and groaned with frustration, "Did you hear anything I just said?"

"Yeeees. You said you and Master are getting married and adopting me and then your going to have a clown." Gir smiled as he repeated what he heard in his mind, his pink tongue sticking out a bit.

"What?" Gaz stared at him with disbelief before sighing with defeat, "Why do I even bother?"

"I dunno." Gir shrugged and started toward the abandoned voodoo doll in the middle of the floor. Gaz saw this and grabbed it first, "Oh no you don't."

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Gir began his fit befor Gaz pulled out a paddle-ball. Gir instantly ceased and started playing, "1-2-6-4-5-9-...uh...9..."

Gaz rolled her eyes as the robot tried to count his score. Sighing, she went back to the elevator, Mini-Moose waiting for her there.

"Squeek."

Gaz nodded ast the door closed, "Please, I don't want to hear a 'I told you so."

"Squeek."

"...You just couldn't resist, could you?"

Gir played with his new toy as Gaz left the room when the computer spoke up, "Thanks for not ratting me out about the kiss..."

Giving Gir a voodoo doll is like giving a chimp a loaded pistol.