Gaz didn't need to pause her nonstop gaming to identify the person who had just entered her house. She knew who it was instinctively; besides, who else would it be? Her father was never home, and if he was, he was in the basement. Her mother had gone who knows' where, and the two offspring certainly never had friends show up. For one thing, Dib didn't have any save for that green skinned guy. Zim, was it? Yeah… and put quite frankly, Gaz just didn't like people. Not any people in particular. Just people.  She was free from prejudice; she hated everyone equally.
                So she wasn't at all surprised to see, out of the corner of her eye, her brother's trench coat clad figure slink in the doorway. She twitched slightly, remembering why he had been out in the first place. It was rather obvious. Living with her ninety percent of his life, he'd quickly learned that you do not mess with Gaz. Or had he? He always seemed to be messing with her anyways. 

"You ate the last chocolate bar," she said manner-of-fact-ly, eyes still glued to her screen. In her peripheral vision she saw Dib shift uncomfortably and plunge a hand into his pocket. 

"Yes, yes I did." He replied.
Without even looking up, Gaz managed to be quite intimidating.  

"In light of such events, you will pa—"
Loving sister Gaz was cut off as her line of vision was broken by a foreign object sailing between her and her precious, precious gameslave. She opened one eye more and cast a glance to the side; as she had suspected, the object was a chocolate bar. Satisfied, she turned back to her game. In large, gory letters the screen read Game Over, pitiful loser! Gaz twitched. She was on the verge of announcing Dib's impending doom when she noticed he had already scurried upstairs. With a growl, she resigned herself to laziness and decided not to pursuit. After repeated tries to return herself to where she had been before Dib's interruption, she tired (for once) of her endless game-slaving. And so she pursued her second love in life, and turned on the television. What an opportune time she chose, too.

                For on the screen at that moment was that weird kid. Didn't Gaz know him from somewhere? Oh, yeah. He was Dib's weird friend. After a moment of an odd, intimidating (but surely not surpassing Gaz at her worst) stare, Zim appeared to realize for the first time that he was on camera. He coughed, and began speaking in his incredibly annoying – to Gaz, at least – voice. 

"Greetings, human filth-beasts! Tired of wallowing in self pity over your hideously overweight, obese, disgusting, stinking selves? Yes, of course you are. Want to finally achieve bliss in your miserable, worthless lives? Well, you can't! But now, thanks to my breakthrough technology, you can come close! Flock to me, oh appalling ones, for I have devised an incredible formula that will help you decrease in mass and therefore be much more natural!"
The image cut to a picture of a balloon, drawn on with black marker to slightly resemble a human. Holding up the balloon was an oddly familiar black gloved hand with slender, rather pointy fingers. A sign reading 'before' was held up to the camera. The sign flipped, and read 'after'. Another black gloved hand slipped into the picture, and popped the balloon with a pin, causing it to deflate. The camera hastily cut back to Zim, who resumed talking.

"Yes! There you have it! PROOF! Oh, and with each purchase you will receive a free…ehh…" Zim blinked, stepped off camera, and then back again, "SLINKY! Yes! Everyone loves a slinky!"
Zim continued talking, probably droning on instructions as to how to get to this miracle-formula, but Gaz was already lost in her own thoughts. A slinky… Gaz closed her eyes, reminiscing. Cue: Flashback.

It was a bright, sunny, gorgeous day, like it always was in happy childhood memories. Long before Gaz's obsession with the gameslave, the then four-year-old Gaz was outside, actually in the real world! Little Gaz smiled, clutching a purple slinky in her little hands. One, two, three… collective "awwwww." Grinning happily – for once – she scurried over to the play structure stairs to try out her latest and greatest. She climbed to the top proudly, and squinted in the sunlight. She sank to her knees, and decided to try out her brand new slinky. The metallic wonder began it's descent, and Gaz was filled with joy! Oh, such joy Gaz was filled with. What could possibly be happier than a painted metal sheet twisted 'round and 'round falling down several sets of stairs? As the slinky neared the bottom, she heard an annoying sound. Her brother.          

"Gaz! Lookout!" shouted five-year-old Dib, dashing towards the playstructure, "It's the boogie-man!"
Whether or not there really was a boogie man Gaz never really paid attention to, for at that moment she saw only one thing; Dib's foot raining doom down upon her poor, poor slinky as he dashed up the stairs. What made the scene possibly worse, though it was hard to get much worse than cold-blooded slinky murder, was upon Dib's arrival at the top, he blinked. 

"Aww, no boogie man," he stated simply, looking around. It was then he noticed his sister's twitches and spasms of anger.        

"Gaz? You're kinda scary lookin –"
Little Gaz twitched and opened both eyes fully.

And that's where the flashback ends, because Gaz didn't need to remember further and the author intended to keep this rating at a G. In one, decisive movement, Gaz was off the couch and out the door.

She was gonna get herself a slinky.

A/N: HEE that was fun to write. X) Gaz flashbacks, gotta love 'em. Anyways, please review? Pleaaaseee? It's nice to know if anyone's actually reading this. O_o