Gir had a plate, a jar of mustard and two slices of bread laid out on the counter while he was cooking bacon on the stove.
"Sizzlin' bacon!"
The bacon finished and he put the two strips on one of the pieces of bread. He got a plate out of the cabinet, but dropped it and it shattered on the floor.
"Whoops"
He hear Zim shout, "Gir!" then there was an explosion and a plume of smoke shot up out of the toilet-transporter leading to the lab. The jar of mustard fell of the counter and broke at his feet. He looked down at his mustard covered feet, then up at Zim, who had used the toilet to get to the kitchen. Tears filled Girs eyes and he fell to his knees, crying, "Mustard, come back! Please come back mustard! Why'd you have to go?"
"Gir, shut up! You made me destroy months of invaluable research and my lab. Because of you my plan to conquer Earth will fail!"
"I want mustard!"
"For the tallest's sake, there's an extra container in the back of the cooling unit, Gir!"
Gir gasped, "What?" He ran over to the refrigerator, threw the door open and pulled out another jar of mustard.
"Mustard! You're back! I knew you'd come back!"
Zim began beating his head against the wall when Gir began to dance with the mustard. Zim walked over and kicked the mustard out of Girs hands.
"Where'd mustard go?"
"You're coming with me, Gir. My super energy formula may be lost but the microbes I've been growing on the bacon should be enough to at least eliminate the Dib human."
"Um I cooked the bacon."
"Gir!"
