In his room, Dib pulled out the usual blue-gray shirt, the one with the neutral face on it. For once, he looked at it distaste and threw in behind him in disgust. How could he have worn that before? Yech! He kept digging until he came up with a black long sleeve shirt with one white stripe going from the shoulder to the hem.

"I like it." he said and folded it neatly, placing it next to him. "Pant, pants, pants…" he mumbled, then pulled out his usual spandex type pants. He made a face, "HOW did I ever wear this?" he tossed it aside. Then he pulled out black pants. The stitching of them were stark white. "I like it." then he thought about the clothes he pulled out. "Should I be worried all I pulled out is black?" He shrugged and pulled out a pair of boxers.

When he stepped out, Zim was down the steps in the living room, fiddling with the lamp that looked like Membrane. He scoffed and pulled the hall closet open, pulling a wash rag and towel from the mess.

"Don't break that, you little monster!" Dib called before jumped into the bathroom.

Zim, startled, and as jumpy as he was, jumped and almost let the thing he was poking at fall to the floor. Thank you for Irken reflexes. He sighed and put the light source back onto the end table. Hey, why do they call them end tables? He thought about it… It's because-- no… OH! Because, if you hit them in the head with it, it'll…be…the end? His antennae wiggled from under his wig and tapped his chin.

"AH! Little foreign child!" Membrane entered the room.

Zim practically leaped onto the couch, but he held himself back and turned to face membrane. "Ah…uh, Dib's father unit! How…nice to see you."

"Ah, yes. Good to see you too, I suppose. You were just the guy I was looking for. Would you mind…if I asked you a few questions?"

"There's one." Zim rolled his eyes at the stupid joke, the fool didn't even get it.

"I suppose that is!" He coughed, "Here sit down."

The walked over and sat on the cushiony sofa. They sat in awkward silence until membrane started, "I was wondering if you knew anything that Dib likes?"

"Uh…" He thought about it. All he knew about Dib was that he was annoying, big-headed, and liked the paranormal and the supernatural. Especially aliens, he grinned on the inside. "Well, he likes the paranormal…" he saw the look on Membrane's face. Friends were supposed to know EVERYthing about the other! Make something up, QUICK! "Well, he- he likes rides! Really fast ones!"

"Ah, yes. I'll remember that! Anything else?"

"He- uh, he likes to play games- video games!"

Membrane nodded holding a pad of paper and pen in hand, "Go on. Go on."

Zim didn't need an incentive. "He likes the games where there's a lot of blood. And, he loves clothes. He rollerblades all the time! Skateboarding is always good." and he went on and on and on. They were ALL lies, except the paranormal thing.

"I'm sure that will be enough to last the rest of the week! Thank you…eh," he did a little hand motion, as if saying "Could ya help me out here?"

Zim sighed, "Zim. I AM ZIM!" he held his hands, clenched into fists, high above his head.

"Yes, thank you, I am Zim." he started distractedly, looking like he wanted to say something else. He didn't.

Upstairs in the bathroom, Dib was washing his hair. He stood under the stream, letting the water slide down in swirls. A bit of blood was also mixed into the water, for Dib had taken off the bandages. But, it didn't bother him. He let the deliciously warm water run down his aching body. After a while he rinsed his hair and started to wash the rest of his body. For once, he started to really scrub. As if he was washing away all the pain and hate that he used to hold for the odd alien.

Some one knocked on the door. It was Zim.

"Dib-Sla- uh, Dib?" he started, "Did you fall in? Cuz…I'VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER!"

Dib sighed, "I'LL BE READY WHEN I'M READY!"

He decided he was ready. Once out of the shower, he mopped his pale skin dry, after his hair. He pulled the shirt over his head and pulled on the pants, then looked in the tall mirror next to the tub.

"I wonder why I never wore these. And I forgot my trench coat!" He shook his head and kept rubbing it against his head, hoping to get it dry. He pulled on his socks and opened to the door to run into Zim. Dib toppled over onto his back with Zim on top.

"Will you watch where you are going, HYOOMAN?" Zim growled.

"Ow, geeze. Sorry, sorry…" Dib grumbled then looked up at the Irken, "Will you get up now?" he asked nervously.

"Oh, right. Yes, yes I will." he stood up quickly and brushed off his uniform, "Well, at least you smell better then before!"

"Yeah, whatever… Where's my dad at?"

"Huh?" Zim twirled to face the bottom of the stairs, "I think in the…what was it called? OH! The kitchen."

Dib rolled his eyes and started down, with Zim following after. Zim then broke off away from the human to stare at Gaz from the bottom step. Gaz was currently playing her game, and apparently losing. Zim jumped as he heard that dreaded music and the GameSlave sang, "You have been KILLED!"

She sat still for a while before growling angrily and sending the game flying across the room, straight at Zim. He dodged it and watched as it smashed into a million pieces.

"WHAT a waste. No WONDER the human race is so…so FILTHY!" Zim 'tsk'ed.

"Oh, right. And you're so perfect right?" Gaz snorted, appearing right next to the alien, who jumped in surprise.

He backed off slightly, but yelled, "I AM perfect! NO ONE is more perfect then ME! ZIM!"

Gaz snorted again, "Like, I am SO sure." and she shuffled into the kitchen, her eyes glaring daggers.