Author's Note: -_- Honestly, people. What do I need to say?
When Zim opened the door to his house, he saw a man that looked eerily like Jhonen Vasquez sitting on the couch with GIR.
"Who are you?" Zim asked.
"You're creator," he replied in a …monotone-ish…. voice… yeah.
" You mean to say God is REAL?! I thought I proved that there IS no god!" Dib gasped.
Zim, Mr. Vasquez, and GIR stared at him.
"..okay. You know what? I'm going to watch television, now," Mr. Vasquez drawled before turning back to the television.
GIR grabbed Mr. Vasquez's hand and squealed, "Come on, Jhoney! I'm going to show you Pig, my favorite patch of grass, and the place in the kitchen that I like to ROLL on!"
And with that, the little green robot puppy dragged off Mr. Vasquez.
"Well, that was random," Dib remarked.
"Yeeeeesss…" Zim narrowed his eyes in that EVIL way.
Dib looked at him.
"I think…I'm…going to … go…get some…water. Yes… Do you want some?"
He was slowly backing away to the kitchen. Before Zim could answer, he turned and ran into...uh...it.
Dib grabbed a glass, but accidentally dropped it and it burst into flames, much like cars do in movies.
Not to worry, though! The fire was out in seconds, although Dib had done nothing.
GIR ran in dragging Mr. Vasquez, who looked mighty tired. "And this is where I like to roll!"
GIR dropped onto the ground rolling.(The glass had some how magically been cleaned up.)
Mr. Vasquez just kind of…stared. It looked like he had been both mentally and physically scarred by that cute little robot. A part of him was now dead.
GIR continued rolling.
Zim walked in, his eyes still narrowed in that EVIL way.
"What's going on in here?" he asked.
"Um… that dude is emotionally dead, and GIR is rolling," Dib answered pointing wildly at the sink.
"…"
Suddenly, Zoe burst in because the author was tired of writing this story and she wanted to finish it!
"I'm sorry that I was so mean!" she wailed.
Dib and Zim ran over and hugged Zoe. The audience Awwwwwwwed.
GIR squealed and ran over and hugged a leg of the table.
Mr. Vasquez left to go get a burger.
Everyone lived happily ever after and blah, blah, blah.
Dib became a famous artist, Zim a singer, and Zoe became a famous cartoonist.
GIR didn't change, really.
Oh, and Zim eventually un-narrowed his eyes. :D
The end.
Author's Note: Woot! Fini! I don't own Jhonen Vasquez or IZ.
(Mr. Vaquez starts crying uncontrollably)