Still on Invader property human FILTH!
Zim held the strange silver object at arms length and flipped it over. There was a button on the other side...so he pressed it.
A tight, bright, red beam shot out and into Gir's face.
Zim screamed and dropped it, diving under a pile of waffles.
Gir screamed, grabbed his head and fell over laughing maniacally.
Back at the big-head-boy's house...
Dib was rummaging through the remains of his hamster costume. "Where IS it?!" he muttered, scattering bits of costume and fluff around his room. He burrowed out of sight.
"GACK-kgffff!" he heard a voice from outside the hamster-costume guts.
He stuck his head up, bits of fluff clinging to all over him, "Wha-...?"
His eyes widened.
Gaz stood in the doorway, squishing the life out of a piece of fluff, eyes twitching.
"You will PAY!" she snarled.
Dib opted for screaming, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Hands off the Superweapons human worm-baby!
"That," Glffgg "horrible Dib-monkey will," Gffflg "face the wrath of ZIM!" Gfflg
"Hey, these HORRIBLE GREEN waffles aren't that bad Gir." Zim stopped his pacing and stared at the waffle he'd been munching.
Gir giggled, "MINE'S GOT CHALK 'N' PEANUT BUTTER INIT!" he shrieked proudly.
Zim looked at him, "Oooookaaaay," he muttered and started pacing again. He stopped pacing and glared at the piled waffles in his way.
"GIR!" he yelled, "These DISGUSTING waffle creatures dare to stand against ZIM!" he glared around him, then shuddered, "EAT THEM!"
"SSHHH!" he held one tiny finger to his mouth, "I'M GONNA EET DEM!" he screamed.
Zim blinked, waited and frowned, "Well?!" he glared at the oblivious robot, "Why're you still sitting there?!"
Gir stuck out the tip of his tongue a little to the side and stared contentedly at the wall.
The silence stretched on. Gir blinked, Zim blinked.
Gir pointed at the wall and burst out laughing insanely. He fell on the floor and windmilling his legs, going around in circles. "AAAAAA AAAAIIIII AAAAAAA AAAABAAADAAAAAAA!" he screamed.
"Oh great!" Zim yelled, smacking his head, "The waffles broke your brain!"
"C'mon Gir," he walked over, grabbed Gir by the doohickey on top of his head and dragged him through the towering waffles.
Gir screamed happily, flailing his limbs.
The silver object lay in among the waffles looking perfectly innocent, reflecting the happy, happy afternoon sunlight.
Gir grabbed it in passing and ate it. Then started screaming happily again.