ZIM and LIN sat at a table, disguises off, whilst GIR played with a rubber chew toy as if he were an actual dog. GIR rolled around on the floor, gnawing on the toy and growling at it. ZIM arched an eyebrow and shook his head, then turned to LIN.

"So you're a real alien," she said.

"Yep."

"An Irken.."

"Yes."

"How'd you get here?"

"I was sent on a secret mission by the Alien Council. Unfortunately they gave me a defective robot."

"But this planet wasn't found until just recently, when I was sent to check it out."

"What? I was sent to conquer this puny planet! To crush it!"

"You're doing a great job." LIN grinned.

"I am! Really! I'm finding out super investigative information! Honest!" He pounded the table once.

"Of course, ZIMMY," she said, reaching across and patting his hand.

ZIM was taken aback. He pulled his hand away from hers. "Don't touch me."

"Sooo-rry!" LIN rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair, sighing. "You're quite annoying, you know."

"So are you."

"But I thought I was beautiful?"

ZIM's cheeks turned rosy. "No.. Nobody said that."

"You did."

"NO, I did not."

"Face it, ZIM, you like me."

"Do not." He crossed his arms and turned away.

"Do.. too." She said, sticking her face in front of his.

ZIM gulped as LIN batted her eyelashes.

"You're pretty. So what? That doesn't mean I like you. I don't even know you."

"You will," she said.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."