Gir turned up the volume on the TV to drown out Zim's screaming. He grinned and turned to Pig.
"Hey, Pig! It's the Scary Monkey! I know, I love him too!" The buzzing of the flies around the retarded monkey used up the
surround sound, masking all of Zim's horrified wailing.
"ERRRRRRH, WHY?! WHY ARE YOU HERE, EARTH-STINK?!"
Dib grinned at Zim's rhetorical question and answered anyway. "Your defective robot let me in, alien. Better take him into the
shop and get a tune up!" He laughed, before Zim pressed a button on the panel before him, sending a airtight contanier over the
human, sealing him immediatly. Zim cackled, walking toward the glass cylinder.
"GIR! Come down here!" He called over the intercom and Gir sped down the toilet hole, landing with a thud on the
floor before DIb and Zim. The robot jumped up immediately and pressed his face against the glass of Dib's confinement, making
rude faces.
"GIR!" Zim barked again. "Take this...CHEESE-CHILD...upstairs and MAKE SURE he doesn't come down here again. Do you understand?!"
Gir was silent for a minute and nodded. "Yes. I think...wait..." He was silent again, then broke the silence by screaming: "WHOOSHY!",
grabbed Dib and skipped off, presumably to the couch.
Zim grinned. "Perfect. Now, I will finish the HURTY RAY...and blast Dibbo when he secondly least expects it! So...genius."
Gir sat nearly motionless on the couch, eyes focused entirely on the TV. His hand rose up for no apparent reason,
probably just dramatic affect, revealing the fact he and Dib were chained together at the wrist. Dib sulked, a hand propping
up his massive cranium. "Hey...robot." He questioned, glancing sidelong at the entranced Gir. "Do you always listen to Zim?"
Gir "blinked" and looked at Dib. "Hey, Big Headed Kid, you want some popcorn? Do ya want some popcorn? Do ya want some?"
Dib sighed and looked away, convinced there was no manner of escape. "No, robot, I don't want any..." His voice faded as he looked
to the place Gir previously occupied. Scatterbrained as he was, Gir'd unlocked his side of the handcuffs and went into the kitchen
and put some popcorn in the microwave [A/N: Do they have a mircowave? Er...] and pushed a whole lot of random buttons.
Dib saw his opportinity, jumped from the couch, raced across the room and into the kitchen and flushed himself down the
toilet, all with much more stealth than he'd practiced earlier.
Gir had paused in his "cooking" to watch Dib's aerial tactics, then shrugged and went back to poking buttons.
***
In other, stranger places[okay, across the street], a sullen creature by the name of Ciar knawed pointlessly on a cheese flavored raw hide chew toy.
Some wicked child known as "Lady S." had captured him and imprisioned him in her "home". How he would give to be released back
into the wilds of his homeland, Cloud Wolf Valley. To romp, to mangle, to rule. His dark eyes grew dewy. Lady S. [A/N:Yes, me] marched in abruptly,
sucking on a container of salt. Ciar looked up expectantly and questioned her. "Greetings again, imbecile. Brought me more food, yes?"
Lady S. scowled and slammed her skull against the desk of her computer, which did not intimidated the wolf in the least.
"NO! HOW CAN YOU BE SO UNRESPECTFUL* TO ME?! HOOOOOOOOW? I CREATED YOU! I AM YOUR MOTHER!" By this time the rambucious 13 year old
had begun foaming at the mouth, like she did every thursday afternoon at 3:00. Ciar sighed and looked away from his "mother"
and back to the disgusting bit of deformed cow bone. The nasty cheese-crap had already begun to stain the carpet. He shrugged.
"Not my problem." And went back to knawing, Lady S.'s grumbles in the background, mingling with the narcotic jingle of Bloaty's Pizza Hog.
[A/N: Another sorry for the lame chapter. Forgive me. Anyway, unrespectful= a result of my idiotic vocabluary. The very Ciar
was arguing with someone and told them she was "unrespectful". It's not really a word, but I felt smart for using it. Bully.]
"Hey, Pig! It's the Scary Monkey! I know, I love him too!" The buzzing of the flies around the retarded monkey used up the
surround sound, masking all of Zim's horrified wailing.
"ERRRRRRH, WHY?! WHY ARE YOU HERE, EARTH-STINK?!"
Dib grinned at Zim's rhetorical question and answered anyway. "Your defective robot let me in, alien. Better take him into the
shop and get a tune up!" He laughed, before Zim pressed a button on the panel before him, sending a airtight contanier over the
human, sealing him immediatly. Zim cackled, walking toward the glass cylinder.
"GIR! Come down here!" He called over the intercom and Gir sped down the toilet hole, landing with a thud on the
floor before DIb and Zim. The robot jumped up immediately and pressed his face against the glass of Dib's confinement, making
rude faces.
"GIR!" Zim barked again. "Take this...CHEESE-CHILD...upstairs and MAKE SURE he doesn't come down here again. Do you understand?!"
Gir was silent for a minute and nodded. "Yes. I think...wait..." He was silent again, then broke the silence by screaming: "WHOOSHY!",
grabbed Dib and skipped off, presumably to the couch.
Zim grinned. "Perfect. Now, I will finish the HURTY RAY...and blast Dibbo when he secondly least expects it! So...genius."
Gir sat nearly motionless on the couch, eyes focused entirely on the TV. His hand rose up for no apparent reason,
probably just dramatic affect, revealing the fact he and Dib were chained together at the wrist. Dib sulked, a hand propping
up his massive cranium. "Hey...robot." He questioned, glancing sidelong at the entranced Gir. "Do you always listen to Zim?"
Gir "blinked" and looked at Dib. "Hey, Big Headed Kid, you want some popcorn? Do ya want some popcorn? Do ya want some?"
Dib sighed and looked away, convinced there was no manner of escape. "No, robot, I don't want any..." His voice faded as he looked
to the place Gir previously occupied. Scatterbrained as he was, Gir'd unlocked his side of the handcuffs and went into the kitchen
and put some popcorn in the microwave [A/N: Do they have a mircowave? Er...] and pushed a whole lot of random buttons.
Dib saw his opportinity, jumped from the couch, raced across the room and into the kitchen and flushed himself down the
toilet, all with much more stealth than he'd practiced earlier.
Gir had paused in his "cooking" to watch Dib's aerial tactics, then shrugged and went back to poking buttons.
***
In other, stranger places[okay, across the street], a sullen creature by the name of Ciar knawed pointlessly on a cheese flavored raw hide chew toy.
Some wicked child known as "Lady S." had captured him and imprisioned him in her "home". How he would give to be released back
into the wilds of his homeland, Cloud Wolf Valley. To romp, to mangle, to rule. His dark eyes grew dewy. Lady S. [A/N:Yes, me] marched in abruptly,
sucking on a container of salt. Ciar looked up expectantly and questioned her. "Greetings again, imbecile. Brought me more food, yes?"
Lady S. scowled and slammed her skull against the desk of her computer, which did not intimidated the wolf in the least.
"NO! HOW CAN YOU BE SO UNRESPECTFUL* TO ME?! HOOOOOOOOW? I CREATED YOU! I AM YOUR MOTHER!" By this time the rambucious 13 year old
had begun foaming at the mouth, like she did every thursday afternoon at 3:00. Ciar sighed and looked away from his "mother"
and back to the disgusting bit of deformed cow bone. The nasty cheese-crap had already begun to stain the carpet. He shrugged.
"Not my problem." And went back to knawing, Lady S.'s grumbles in the background, mingling with the narcotic jingle of Bloaty's Pizza Hog.
[A/N: Another sorry for the lame chapter. Forgive me. Anyway, unrespectful= a result of my idiotic vocabluary. The very Ciar
was arguing with someone and told them she was "unrespectful". It's not really a word, but I felt smart for using it. Bully.]