Dib managed to keep what little composure he had until ZIM left, and he broke down sobbing. His sister, a shell of her former self and barely that. And all because of ZIM and her obsession with those damnable Game Slaves.

"What are you doing?"

Dib looked up. G. I. R. had stopped singing and was watching him.

"I'm... crying."

"I cried once. I ate a cupcake and I was missing it."

"I'm crying because ZIM hurt my sister."

"That's bad?"

Dib looked at G. I. R. for a moment, stunned, but then realized that as ZIM's robot, he wouldn't understand... although, he didn't seem to understand much.

"Yes, it's bad. But if you let me go, I'll stop crying and will be able to help my sister."

G. I. R. unbound Dib from the chair, after some initial difficulties. Dib stretched, then thanked G. I. R. before looking for the way out.

ZIM was watching all this and readied himself for when Dib came up. Dib wouldn't even know what hit him.

All Dib had time to do was scream as the shot from ZIM's gun tore through him.