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"…sun go down on me…"

Noise. Head hurts. Ugh. Were the first thoughts that flashed through Casi's mind as she opened her eyes. She stood up in surprise. Where was she? Then it hit her. Zim's place.

"HI!" Gir spun around and around on a record player that was blaring a fast, head-throbbing melody. Casi picked up Gir and put him on the couch were she must have fallen asleep. She turned off the record player.

"Gir! You didn't wake her, did you?" Zim yelled, glaring at Gir.

"Uhhhhh………no?" Came the confused response from the Information Retrieval unit. Casi's mind stumbled over thoughts.

"Hey Zim!" She waited for a response.

"What?"

"What does the G in Gir's name stand for?"

Zim blinked and looked left and right. "I don't know," He said truthfully. "And neither does he."

"Weird. So, what was I doing?"

"I wouldn't know. You came here, obviously to tell me something, and I guess something wore you out. I just didn't want to wake you up."

"Once again: Weird."

The two chuckled and Gir jumped and landed with a clunk. Hop and clunk. Hop and clunk.

"Gir, what's with you today?"

"No, you mean, 'Gir, what's been wrong with you today, yesterday, and the day before that!' He's been over-hyper like this ever since I…" Zim's eyes widened and he scrambled into the trash can. She could hear him shouting obscene words all the way. "How could I have forgotten the - - restorer? It's so - - obvious! I'm such an - - - - idiot!" Casi winced. A few minutes later, Zim came back up with a small gun-like thing in his hand, still muttering…shall we say, inappropriate?…names to himself and generally holding his antennae in an annoyed manner. "Stupid of me…forgetting where all - - Gir's - - parts the - - are…such a stupid - -…"

"Zim! That one crossed the line! Let's keep this fiction rated PG-13, shall we?" Casi snapped at him. "I'm glad to she you've caught up on the slang, but take it easy!"

"Fine." Zim muttered. "Gir, get over here."

"Am I in trouble?" Gir asked innocently.

"No. Come."

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

"Why?"

"GIR, GET THE - - OVER HERE!"

"Zim! That's it, no more Die Hard movies for you!"

"Why?"

Casi grabbed a large sword (seemingly from nowhere) and whacked Zim upside the head with it. His eyes went crossed and he fell unconscious.

* * * *

"Zim? Zi-im? WAKE UP, SLEEPING BEAUTY!"

"Argh!" Zim turned over and fell out of his bed. He eyed his unwelcome visitor warily. "Who invited you?"

"Me. Got a problem with that?" Casi snorted.

"Yes! One: I'm sleeping. Two: You woke me up. Three: GET OUT!" Zim shouted, then remembered the REASON he was asleep. He scowled angrily and leapt at Casi. Casi snickered and jumped into the garbage can and went down to Zim's Irken control room. Zim yelped, called to Gir, and followed Casi. Casi was sitting peacefully at his computer.

"One move, Zim, and I call the Tallest and tell them why their snack production was slowed!"

Zim smirked. "Zim has dirt on Casi, so DON'T YOU DARE touch that transmitter."

Casi went a pale color. "You wouldn't!"

"I would," Zim made a fist, jumped up on the back of his Voot Cruiser, and pretended he was speaking into a microphone.

"Oh, my Tallest," Zim chuckled. "I have something to tell you!"

"DON'T EVEN!" Casi screamed, throwing her hands over Zim's mouth.

"Fine," Zim sniffed. He held his head in the air. "But remember, if you do something to irritate me…" His finger hovered over the "Transmit" button. Casi got the message. She lashed her tail in annoyance.

Then her eyes flashed in mischief.

"Zim…" She said, starting to sing, which was her favorite way of getting to him. "And Tak…"

"Casi…don't even start…"

"Sittin' in a tree…"

"CASI…"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"CASLIEY!"

Teehee.