The day was sunny and clear; the breeze was light on their face. They both
decided to go home to GIR before he blew himself up over something stupid...
like not having tacos. Reaching the house Zim slowly opened the door. GIR
was running around in a massive pile of empty boxes; ranging from pizza to
taco take-out. The house was an utter mess... but it was still there.
"I didn't know there was such thing as taco take-out," Dib said raising an eyebrow.
Zim sighed, "Neither did I. Yet when it comes to GIR and taco's it fails to surprise me."
Dib smiled and nodded, "well I suppose we should try to clean up?"
"Agreed," Zim smiled.
GIR walked up to both of them and stood there staring for a while then he piped up, "have you two made love yet?"
Dib's face flushed widely as well as Zim's.
GIR giggled, "So is that a yes."
"NO," Zim screamed.
"No you don't want to?"
"Yes... I mean,"
"Master! Are you sexually frustrated!?"
GIR was clearly having fun with the situation.
"Listen up you," Zim said boldly picking up the SIR unit by the head, "these are not questions a little unit like you should be asking me. Now go do something productive like... repairing something downstairs or something... got it?"
GIR sighed, "yes master," he slowly made his way downstairs.
"Well," Zim sighed blushing himself off, "now that that's finished. What do you say we clean this place up?"
Dib fumbled still a little blushed, "uhh yea sure."
They picked up the boxed and shoved them outside in a dumpster, put the things that fell down where they were and vacuumed and dusted everything. Finally finished they both plopped down on the couch.
"He sure can make good messes," Dib laughed.
"yes," Zim smiled, "one of his best talents."
They were both at each end of the couch; silence took over everything. Zim stared at Dib knowing Dib noticed but tried to hid that fact. Zim began to gnaw on his glove... temptation began to sink in.
"I didn't know there was such thing as taco take-out," Dib said raising an eyebrow.
Zim sighed, "Neither did I. Yet when it comes to GIR and taco's it fails to surprise me."
Dib smiled and nodded, "well I suppose we should try to clean up?"
"Agreed," Zim smiled.
GIR walked up to both of them and stood there staring for a while then he piped up, "have you two made love yet?"
Dib's face flushed widely as well as Zim's.
GIR giggled, "So is that a yes."
"NO," Zim screamed.
"No you don't want to?"
"Yes... I mean,"
"Master! Are you sexually frustrated!?"
GIR was clearly having fun with the situation.
"Listen up you," Zim said boldly picking up the SIR unit by the head, "these are not questions a little unit like you should be asking me. Now go do something productive like... repairing something downstairs or something... got it?"
GIR sighed, "yes master," he slowly made his way downstairs.
"Well," Zim sighed blushing himself off, "now that that's finished. What do you say we clean this place up?"
Dib fumbled still a little blushed, "uhh yea sure."
They picked up the boxed and shoved them outside in a dumpster, put the things that fell down where they were and vacuumed and dusted everything. Finally finished they both plopped down on the couch.
"He sure can make good messes," Dib laughed.
"yes," Zim smiled, "one of his best talents."
They were both at each end of the couch; silence took over everything. Zim stared at Dib knowing Dib noticed but tried to hid that fact. Zim began to gnaw on his glove... temptation began to sink in.