"Weehoo! Master! I misseded you! I misseded you!" cried the sobbing Gir, squeezing Zim around the neck.
"Gir, I can't breathe," Zim choked calmly, peeling Gir from his throat. "That's better. Now Gir! We've got work to do!"
"Let's make biscuits! I like biscuits!"
"No. Not now, Gir," chuckled Zim. "We've got to contact the Resisty. I think we have enough humans to carry out phase three."
"That's my favorite phase!" Gir smiled.
"Dib! Get over here! You are needed!" Zim shouted.
"Finally. I thought you had forgotten about us," Dib said.
"I need you to contact the Resisty," Zim explained. "And remember. No freaking out over the alien species."
"Why can't you do that?" Dib asked. "Even if they don't know you at least you're a member of a known species."
"But I'm an Irken and they don't trust Irkens," Zim said, handing a pill-shaped metal object to the human. "They'll imprison me when they get here. Use this."
"What's it supposed to do?"
"Translate all unknown languages to known languages, both heard and spoken," Zim explained. "Swallow it. All Irkens are given these after hatching."
"Well this explains why you don't always make sense. Irkens don't have a word for jealous, do they?"
"Of course we have a word for jelly! You humans are strange. Anyway," Zim pulled up a screen and keyboard, "enough chatter! Press this button when you're ready to contact the Resisty. I'll be in a shield in the corner glaring and occasionally screaming profanities at you for putting me in a shield. Good luck convincing them to let us aboard!"