The next day Zim wasn't at school, but Dib had been expecting it. When Dib was at lunch, though, he got a text. He had to translate it from Irken, and it read, "Meet me at the park after school". Dib closed it without replying, and simply strolled to the park after last bell.
The air was crisp and chilly, but the sun offered some warmth. Dib walked down the sidewalk, hands deep in his pockets, and occasionally adjusting his glasses. As he rounded the corner he could hear Gir's squeals of over-active joy, and nearly went into a crouch. Old habits die hard, Dib thought, shaking his head to himself. He leaned against a post and watched Zim for a moment. He was attempting to keep Gir on a leash, but Gir was too stupid to realize this, so was dragging Zim around the park. "Stop it, Gir! I'm the one who pulls you around! You're the dog!" Gir was too busy chasing a bee to hear him, so, checking to make sure they were alone (and not noticing Dib), Zim sent out a metal arm from his PAK, which grabbed Gir and suspended him in front of Zim's angered face.
"Now, Gir, you listen to me. I am the master here, so you shall do as Zim commands!" Zim's accent thickly showed his anger, and Gir began to cry. Not real tears, because he was a robot, but some odd fake tears that always seemed like a design flaw to Dib. Zim sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and the arm set Gir down. "Nerrgaz zi fey jui sokke nazz ze?" Gir nodded, and hugged Zim's leg. Dib walked into view then, and for some reason Gir decided that was a good time to start being a proper robot.