Zim opened the room and peered inside. It was dark and cluttered with different remnants of his mechanical endeavors on earth. His robot parents, the bio-mech he had once used to try to erase Dib's brain with, the pig shaped voot carrier that was bee defective, and many other failed attempts at using robots to further his mission.

He sighed and tossed the remains of his decoy in with the rest of the scrap, then turned around to gaze at GIR who was at the moment chasing a rolling hula hoop through the room, giggling insanely.

"Why do I have such bad luck with robots?" he asked himself as he shut the closet door and readied himself for another day of his mission.


~THE END ~