Dib continued to listen to Zim's nonsense.

"C-can you teach me how to fly?" Zim asked.

"What?" Dib asked without realizing it.

"Teach me how to fly."

"What do you mean?" Dib asked, clueless.

"Like Tinker Bell."

"O-okay…" Dib said, catching on to that Zim thought he was GIR.

"And…teach me how to dougie…"

"…sure…"

"Here's ten dollars. Would you like some ice cream? I know you like chocolate…" Zim said.

"Okay." Dib said, playing along.

"Let's go to the park."

"Sounds like fun."

"And we can go to the Krazy Taco afterwards. Would that be fun?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's go." Zim said.

"But I didn't finish my ice cream."

"You can finish it on the way there."

"Okay."

"There's the pet store. Would you like to look at the puppies?"

"Sure."

"Would you like me to buy you one?" Zim asked.

"That would be nice."

"This one's a Chihuahua. Do you like it?"

"It's cute."

"How could you say that? Chihuahuas are scary creatures!"

"I-I'm sorry! But I like this…beagle over here…"

"I thought so. Would you like me to get it for you?"

"uh…okay…" Dib said.

"Where are you going?"

"I…don't know…" Dib said, not knowing where Zim was going with this.

"DON'T LEAVE!" Zim screamed, waking himself up.

"I'm sorry." Zim said to Dib, "Did I wake you up?"

"No." Dib said, looking at the clock. It was now 5am. The sun hadn't come up yet.

Zim sighed and stood up. He walked into the bathroom and didn't come out for awhile. Dib walked by the door. He was going to ask Zim if he was alright but he heard him sobbing and he felt it was best to leave him alone.

Dib went back into the living room and found GIR's old rubber pig on the floor. He picked it up and made it squeak. That's when Dib thought of some of GIR's last words.

Tell my piggy that I love him.

Dib looked down at the pig when this thought crossed his mind.

"GIR…wants you to know that he loves you." Dib said to the pig. He felt a little crazy afterwards, but hey, it was one of GIR's final wishes.

He continued to squeak the pig until Zim came out. He had finally stopped crying… but not for long. He saw the pig that Dib was holding. He picked it up and held it.

"He didn't get to say goodbye to his pig." Zim said.

"I know." Dib said. Then there was a knock on the door.

Dib opened it and to his surprise, it was Gaz.

"Dib…where's GIR… I want to apologize for being so mean to him…"

Zim buried his face in his arms and cried again.

"He…he's gone…" Dib said.

"G-gone?" Gaz asked. "What do you mean he's gone?"

"He…died at the hospital…just yesterday." Dib said, holding in his tears.

"No." Gaz said, "But I…I never got to tell him how sorry I am!"

"I know…but he wants you to know that he's sorry about whatever he does that makes you unhappy."

"No. this isn't right. I…need him to know…to know that I don't hate him."

"I'm afraid that it's too late for that." Dib said with a sigh.

"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TREATED HIM HOW YOU DID! HE…HE DIDN'T DESERVE THAT!" Zim choked out through tears. He sobbed a few times afterward.

"I…understand." Gaz said as her eyes began to tear up a bit.

"No. NOBODY DESERVES TO BE TREATED IN THE WAY THAT YOU TREATED HIM! YOU…YOU…MONSTER!"

Gaz let a few tears run down her cheeks. Then she openly cried out loud in her arms.

"I'm so sorry…" she said repeatedly.

"It's alright, Gaz…" Dib said, putting an arm on her shoulder.

"HE DIED FOR PETE'S SAKE! NO, IT'S NOT OKAY!" Zim yelled as tears spilled out.

"You don't have to yell…" Dib said.

"I DO! BECAUSE-"

"GIR wouldn't want you to act like that."

Zim looked at the floor and sighed.

"I-I guess you're right…I'm sorry…" he said.

Gaz sat on the couch in between Zim and Dib.

"He's pretty bad at holding himself together…" Gaz whispered, walking to the kitchen to make coffee for herself.