andalitebandit-6: Okay ... That was a bit confusing. Hopefully I can clear some things up. Dib doesn't REALLY think it's so horrendous. Deep deep down ... he really likes Zim. He's just been told so many times that all this alien crap was wrong and stupid, and it's hard enough to believe in that any more, never mind having a crush on one. A guy one, at that. He has a lot of pressure having a dad who invented super toast o.O;. That was a flashback for Zim. I was trying to be all sneaky so you didn't know who it was till the end but ... it didn't really work. Because I have developed lazy writing. I did have Zim's breeder number be 946 though, which is 'ZIM' in numbers on a phone. That was ... not too nifty. But I try. The other guy was just a commander from Zim's training camp from when he's being taught his invader-y ways. I'm trying to develop a reason for why he's so intolerant to everything and all that business but, again, ... doesn't really work. I'm trying! Okay, I'm trying haha. Anyhow. Sorry for all the question-y evil-ness. I'm cruel O.O;

Silver Beast Girl Midnight: No, he doesn't D8 It sucks being born the shortest person on the planet, dunnit. Hah! I'm glad somebody liked it. I added it in because I was debating about that for about an hour whether it would be or not. Aaaaand then I was halfway regretting it when I posted the chapter. Dunno why. Anyway. At least someone liked it!

Lunar Lilly Muse: Thanks :) Here's one! But it's a bit short - my shortest yet, I think. And it might be confusing. Hopefully you'll understand o.O;

QueSaraSara: Haha, if Dib can function in the 'comfort' department xDD Zimmy Zim is a wonderful nickname - I'm going to steal that. And there's nothing you can do about it! Muahahaa!LJ!;asdfj cough Update son? Is that like "update soon" with a missing 'o' or like "update, son!" Because I am no son! Physically. I'm kind of a guy mentally. And if it's soon, then I get that too, because I spell crap wrong all the time. Evil.

Circus freak92-I AM GIR: Hey! first time reviewer! throws a cookie at your head I'm sorry I made you cry! D8 I update now, because you ask!

Mystery Reviewer: Whoa, another first timer! muffined! I'm glad you like so far :D

Sad … so so sad.

He's not happy – I just know when he's not happy because he gets the frown-y face and the yell-y voice. He's angry a lot – 'specially when I buy stuff. He doesn't like the pizza and the tacos and the piggies. But I loves the tacos. Tacos are yummy. T… a… c… o… s… a… r… e… g… o… o… d… I loves when they has the cheese and the bacon and the cheese. Baaaccooonnn annnd cheeeessseeee. BaCoN aNd ChEeEeEeSe.

But Master's not a normal mad. His voice doesn't get all scream-y and loud. He just sits at the table and stares. Stares and stares and stairs. Master falls up the stairs and Master falls down the stairs and I eats the stairs. Stairs'a marshalade and gum and foog. Foog is good. Hehe, goofy foog.

He's still not with the screaming and the mad. I gone made waffles and he don't say anything about it. I put chocolate in the waffles! Maybe the waffles make Master happy? I'll give'm the waffles with the cheese on top! No, no, no, no. Master don't like the cheese – the cheese make Master sick and pimply. He hates the cheese. I give him the chocolate though. Master don't hate the chocolate. The chocolate make him happy. I hope the chocolate make him happy.

I give'm the waffles and he don't move. He look up a little but he don't move.

"Master?"

GIR is worried and worried is GIR. Zim is sick and sick is bad. I know sick is bad cuz when Veronica was with the sick on Mooshy Moosh Mooshes she gone and died and it was sad … so very sad. So sad that Seth cried and Robin cried and I cried because they were all crying and sad and crying. So sad … so sad. I don't watch Mooshy Moosh Mooshes no more. Mooshy Moosh Mooshes makes me sad and sad is bad is bad is sad is mad and not glad. Master is sad and bad and mad and not glad and that makes me sad and bad and mad and not glad.

But GIR is with no cry. Crying is bad and weak and moo. I don't … I haven't cried since Master took mah rubber piggy to make Mary die. Mary didn't die – Mary shot heat-seeking rockets at Master and Master was so scared … so scared. I don't know what to do when Master is scared because I is scared too. Then Master was drooling and stupid and I felt weird to be smart for once and gone and made him normal again. I don't know how I made Master normal no more but he's normal and scream-y again. Cept now. Now he's not scream-y. He's quiet and quiet is bad and not Master and sad.

"Waffle!" I hold up the waffle to Master and smile like nothing's wrong because nothing should be wrong. Master should be happy and screaming and running out of the house to kill Mary again like he gone do all the times and woof. He don't want the waffle. I hit Master with the waffle and giggle because Waffles and Hitting are Funny but Master don't think it funny. He look up but he don't answer because he sad and no answering when he's sad.

"GIR, gashmooshgasheen."

Master don't really say gashmooshgasheen. Gashmooshgasheen is GIR being stupid and stupid being GIR and GIR not knowing what's going on because GIR is stupid and wrong. GIR knows he stupid and wrong and he don't say nothin' because Master tell him he stupid and wrong and Master's right – Master's so smart – he knows all and all knows him. GIR not right much but he wrong a lot and he don't want to be wrong and not right and dumb and stupid and wrong. He want to be smart for Master and smart and duty – hehe, duty – and happy and not talking to himself with 'he' and 'him' and 'GIR'.

Master really say he don't want the waffle, and I knows he don't want the waffle. Waffles gone make him make little sicky noises and use the bucket. The bucket game is fun for me but not for Master! He don't like the bucket game. He like the GIR-stay-quiet-and-watch-TV-and-get-out-of-my-way game. That game fun sometimes. Not too much – too much makes GIR go splodey and stuff. TV make big head gone explode like a thing gone boom like dead. Splodey!

"I like to make you waaaffffleezzzzzz."

"I know you do."

"Waffles make you happy?"

Master's lookin' up and there's an unhappy smile on his face and unhappy is bad and GIR is stupid. But he just sigh and grab a waffle and eat a piece because he want me to shut up and be quiet and play the TV game again. GIR no play the TV game. GIR help Master.

To tell you the truth, GIR's waffles are halfway decent.

This Earth food is so disgustingly sickening – I don't know how the filthies choke it down – but GIR's waffles are actually standable. Granted, GIR's waffles don't have actual waffle in them half of the time, but he does try. I know he tries and I still get mad and snap at him like every day just because he's so DUMB. But then he goes and uses that … ffffACE. And I can't help but give in. Irkens do not feel emotion, but his genuine innocence is astounding. Ignorance is pure bliss, and he's just blessed enough to have it. I put on a mask of being fed-up and angry with him, but he can be quite amusing. And his waffles are pretty good. I will give him that. I won't TELL him that, because then I will be eating waffles every day and every night for the rest of my years, but I shall inwardly compliment the robot. But anywho. This 'jelly' the Dib-pig speaks of is in use in such a situation with GIR, just because he does have that ignorance I spoke of. It's something anybody can admit to wanting – even the delicious brain of ZIM! has craved it at points. But! I am not ignorant, and very much not innocent, for that matter (Irk has ruined the latter of any I originally might have had).

Grah! No! Zim is not innocent. Zim has never been innocent and shall never be! Zim will just eat waffles. Zim is thinking in third person.

"GIR?"

"YES, MY MASTER!"

It always makes me jump when he does that. Crazy … robot.

"I'm not going to skool today. I shall stay home!"

The reaction was not what I expected. I thought he would break out into gibberish about how we could make these pastries he is so obsessed with. But no. He just jumps at me and grabs my cheeks. Dammit, his hands are cold and that pinches!

"GIR!"

"NOOO. YOU'RE NOT SICK! YOUUUUU AREN'T SIIIIIICK!"

The hell? I just smacked him off. "Zim is not sick! I didn't even say anything about being sick! Jeez."

"But Master NEVER stays home."

I just shook my head. "No. But I am still tired from … things. GIR. And I want to stay home."

"Oh. Okey dokey then!"

I watched as he scampered away and slapped my forehead. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all.

Zim isn't in skool.

Way to state the obvious, Dib.

On any other day, I'd be intrigued enough. Zim absent never led to anything good. And after last night, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. For all I know, he could have imploded in some kind of horrible ball of … horror. Stuff. But I don't know. And I can't leave the room or Ms. Bitters might … I don't even want to know.

I really don't even know what to think about Zim any more. I just get confused and frustrated whenever I try to think of some kind of solution. Cuz, I mean, there's this one side of me that I've felt since the day he came here – just this blind hatred. I hate Earth as much as the next kid, but, I mean, I don't want it desTROYed! This kid – alien … man … thingy … whatever – just stands for everything I'm against. Kind of.

But then on the other side of my mind, I'm seeing him as … not an enemy. When he's not blowing shit up or trying to kill me, he's … not that bad. I guess. I know this sounds crazy – shut up – but it's true. The very thought of it just makes me … make … little … sick-y noises … but I can't just ignore something like that. Can I? I don't know. I just wonder sometimes if all those kids in the grade are seeing something that I haven't been for the last year.

Is that stupid?

I don't even know any more. I've been told so many times the difference between crazy and normal that I CAN'T tell the difference any more. Is it really that bad to l-l-like an alien? Well, maybe if it's a guy one. And you're a guy. And … people don't even like it if you BELIEVE in the alien in the first place … Okay, maybe it is that bad … But … still …

What do I think any more!

I just drop my head onto my desk. Skool is boring enough. Now I'm all distracted. Great.

Sorry for the short-ness, my cupcakes! That was an odd nickname. Oh well. It was only four pages in Microsoft Word - but also with a smaller font... - so it may be my shortest chapter to date. I don't know. I'm not really keeping track. Oh well again! Enjoy, my little wormbabies. OH. And whoever can get the other TV show reference in GIR's bit can have a COOKIE. Whoamigod. Anyway.