"N-nothing! Heh… Anyway, I was thinking…" Dib blushed, trailing off as he sat down and twiddled his thumbs absent mindedly, still seeing Zim in the maid outfit.

Zim frowned as soon as Dib didn't finish his sentence. "Uh-huh… Go on. Zim is all, eh, antenna." The alien waved his hand idly for the human to continue talking.

The teen tittered, then snatched a left over chicken leg off of his plate and shoved it into his mouth. Disturbed by this new sight, Zim made a face and pulled back just a bit. Dib chocked down some meat, then coughed into his hand. He couldn't believe he was going to suggest it, but…

Dib's blush faded to just a tint. "So, um, maybe we should think about how we're going to get this stuff into the population." As slowly as he could, he took another bite, wondering vaguely what kind of chicken he was eating. It couldn't have been from the Greasy Chicken Bucket, it wasn't greasy enough, definitely not from Niblets either. Not as if it mattered, but it would've been nice to know.

Zim sat quietly for a moment, thinking, as indicated by the slightly vibrating antennae. G.I.R. was humming a song about steak on a wall and MiniMoose was squeaking in harmony. All the while, Zim just sat uncharacteristically quiet. "EUREKA!" It was short lived, though. "This could be my most awesome plan yet! I have a plan of attack now. Perfect! I'm GENIUS!"

"Care to elaborate on that, Mr. genius?" Dib asked, as he began to shovel whatever was on his plate into his gullet. Not even taking a long enough to glance at what it was, Dib shoved a spoonful of some goop into his mouth and swallowed without chewing to much. Hey, he was hungry!

"Oh, right. We can either attack from the bottom up, or from the top down." Explaining himself was never his forte, but he decided it would be best for everyone if he gave it a try.

Always the understanding one, Dib rolled his eyes. "Oh, wow, that cleared a lot up. No, please, if you explain anymore my head may explode." Obviously being sarcastic, Dib just continued to eat and watch as Zim's face contorted into a half hearted spiteful look.

The alien's slight glare lessened as he actually looked at what Dib was throwing down his throat. Almost as if the alien wsa afraid of whatever Dib was eating would attack him, Zim hesitently opened his mouth. "What is that?" He asked, quite disgusted.

Dib paused, a spoon half way to his mouth. He took the spoon and took a look at it. "You know…I don't really know. I think this might've been chicken or something." He shoved the grayish blob into his mouth.

"You don't know what it is…and you're eating it." Zim said, placing one hand upon his hips and using his other to point accusingly. "You just practically proved my point! HYOOMANS are filthy, disgusting creatures!!"

Instead of getting mad, Dib snickered slyly. "At least I don't wear French maid outfits…"

Angrily, Zim thrust a finger into Dib's face. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I don't wear French maid outfits, not even if I was in desperate need of money." Scoffing, Dib stood up to tower over Zim, who jumped up onto a chair, not to be out done.

"If that's so, why do I always see you wear such tight clothes! Might as well be female if you're going to wear female clothing." Zim grinned at what he thought was surely a triumph.

Dib jumped up onto the chair he had been sitting in, so now the table was the only thing separating them. "Uh-huh. At least I don't wear black tights and a dress." The human pointed at Zim's clothes with a snort. "And you're calling me a girl."

Zim hopped up onto the table, closely followed by Dib. They stood in the middle of the table, glaring, their foreheads touching. They were at a stale mate and it seemed as if nothing would stop them from attacking the other...

"These aren't tights and my shirt isn't a dress." Zim hissed menacingly, shifting a foot, ready to kick the human.

"Could've fooled me." Dib growled and clenched his hand into a fist once he saw Zim's foot move.

Dib pulled his hand back as Zim began to shift his weight to one side, then... G.I.R., who had dived into his pot, poked his head out and giggled. "Twen'y bottles o' steak sauce on deh wooooaaaalll! YEAH!" MiniMoose chimed in with a long, shaky 'squeak'.

Both Zim and Dib gave the two robots a wierded out look, dropping their arms and legs. Dib frowned and threw one last glare at Zim before hopping down off the table. Being the one who usually makes everything better, Dib sighed and tapped his forehead, trying to calm down. "I actually think your dress and tights look good on you…"

Taken off guard, Zim just accepted the compliment. "Uhm, sure…I like your tight, female garments too."

"Cool…because I had been wondering…" Dib turned around quickly and spat it out before he could stop himself. "Have you ever thought of using that maid outfit for a disguise or anything?"

Zim blinked, still up on the table and made a face. "No! Why would I ever want to wear that...that thing again?"

"Because its kinky?" Dib said, then slapped his hands over his face. Oh my God… he thought and blushed.

The banished invader narrowed his eyes. "What is it they call people like you…" Zim muttered, licking his thin lips. "A pervert. You're a huge pervert, DEEEEB!"

Now that the cat was out of the bag, Dib sighed. "Oh, and you're not? Besides, wouldn't you just wear it just one for me?"

"NO! Neverrrrrrrrr!" Zim shouted, pointing a finger in the air for emphasis.

Not willing to give up, but willing to wait for now, Dib just rolled his eyes and murmured, "We'll see…" then clapping his hands together loudly to cover it up.

Zim sniffed, sensing the argument was over…for now. "Anyway…back to what's really important… Don't you think Gaz would try to tell someone we were the one's who planted the bomb?"

"…" Dib bit his lip. She probably would…Wait, I should say that out loud so Zim can hear me. "She probably would."

A malicious grin crept up onto Zim's face. "I think that maybe the Mem-Bot would be perfect for this, wouldn't you think?"

"The robot that looks like my dad? Wouldn't people be…no, wait, I think you're right." Dib smirked, Zim had actually been thinking whilst they had been fighting. What a weirdo. "People are stupid, they wouldn't notice the difference, plus, we could work from the inside out, that way!"

"Genius, I know!" Zim grinned modestly, then pulled a remote type thing out of his PAK. There were two big buttons on it, as well as the normal buttons with Irken letters on them. One of the buttons were green, the other was red. The writing on the buttons were in Irken, but he had a good idea which was which. "At the push of this GO button…" Zim's finger hovered over the green button, "The Mem-Bot will come to life and go to the crash site to say he made it out alive and get rid of our little nuisence."

Dib walked over and stood behind Zim. He snaked his arms around Zim's waist and pulled the alien into a kind of backwards hug. "I see…" Zim was giving him a few seconds to think about it, but that wasn't what Dib needed. The human placed his right hand over Zim's gently. As both of them smiled none too nicely, their fingers mashed the button hard. Dib twisted the Irken's head around a bit and captured Zim's lips on his own.

As their embrace grew into a hug, the Mem-bot rushed from its hiding place. It was a bit dusty, but nothing that couldn't be fixed. The robot held no expression, but it ran out of the house with a sense of urgency. He had to get to the bomb sight before Gaz tried to tell someone…