CHAP 2

After school, Zim headed home muttering things like, "earth scum, stupid earth stink," and things like that. He looks at the card again.

"Dib for three dinners? Great. That stupid human is always in my way."

"HELLOO!" a young robot dressed in a dog outfit yells to Zim as soon as he hits the yard. He smiles his dog smile.

"GIR Go away." The little SIR unit didn't go away but jumped up and hugged his master. "Aww. Is master having a sad day?" GIR

smiled at the alien and started to dance. Zim looks at the little robot. "Yes I am GIR. STOP THAT DANCING!" Zim yells. GIR just

keeps dancing.

No matter what I tell that damn SIR unit he just won't listen. Zim walks away and heads to his lab.

"GIR! GIR!" Zim yells up from his lab. The little SIR unit flies down the stairs, dog costume off. "YEEESSS?" the robot cries a little to

enthusiastically for Zim's tastes. Zim ignores it, used to the robots weirdness. "Get me Dib's number." GIR eyes turn red for a moment,

the usual color of his serious side, rather than the usual green for his stupidity. "Yes, sir."

GIR looks up, back to green. "434-876-9825." GIR smiles. "PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME!EHEHEHEHEEEE!" The little SIR unit yells

out. "Umm…good GIR." Zim replies without a hint of happiness in his voice. "Go watch TV or something." Zim waves the robot away.

"YAYYY! TV!" GIR flies up the stairs happily.

Zim picks up the phone. "Why Did Dib have to win dammit. I mean a guy on a date? And he's my worst enemy. My enemy, with me,

for three nights of dinner!"

Dialing the number he mumbles under his breath. "Please don't be there. Please don't.." "Hello?" a voice answers on the phone. "Damn.

Hello. Dib?" "Yes?" "This is Zim. I.." Dib cuts him off. "What do you want alien?" "I'm supposed to take the second winner out to

dinner. I was wondering if you were available tonight to get these three dinners over with." Silence.

"In other words it's a date?" "Hell no." Zim sighs, giving up. "Dib, it's more of a humanic gesture." "Why don't you just spend the money

on something else?" "Because Turgle shows up at the most random moments. It's like she stalks us." "Fine. Eight o'clock.." Dib hangs

up. "Well that went well," Zim says in a sarcastic voice. "Idiot human."

Zim flops on his couch, crashing instantly as his head hits the softness of the couch pillow.

more to come...