"Holy Cheese!" cried Zim, his red eyes widened to a frightening extent.
The creature before him was... was... hideous. What black magic had that rotting deity used upon his once (sort of) loyal servant robot? It had transformed Gir into a...
Soft, wavy locks of pale whiteblond hair curled around well-chiseled cheek bones, stopping above a nicely-shaped chin. A pointed nose peaked out from behind the messy hair that fell across pale face. It's eyes were the most hideous, though. They were absolutely huge, and as blue as the sky in summer. It was just... disgusting. Oh, but the nasty humanoid creature was not just a pretty face. Well toned muscles rippled under pallid skin as the creature sat up, and Zim breathed heavily in relief to find that the waffle god was kind enough to put some boxers on the human Gir. That's one less thing Zim had to grimace at.
The Gir human had sat up, shaking it's horrid, handsome head slowly, as if to clear it's marble-filled mind. Then it turned those hideous blue eyes to Zim and smiled a horrid, white-toothed smile.
"Make me a sandwich!" he cried, jumping to his feet, to simply fallon his face a second later. Human legs work a little different than robot ones, to put it shortly. He scrambled across the tile floor, looking for all the word like some pale, four-tentacle squid, at least in Zim's eyes.
"Gir, enough!" He cried, the short little alien not far from a fit of rage.
"Turn back into a robot now! That's an order!" The fuse was rather short. Gir managed to sit up, and looked up at Zim. He nodded, and as he replied "Yes sir!" in a sweet, disgusting tone of voice, those blue eyes seemed to take on a bit of a red tinge.
Gir clenched his fists and closed his eyes, and his pretty, but empty, little head was filled with the thought of being a robot. His whole body shook as he concentrated, and a small squeak was emitted from his clamped lips as he thought as hard as his tiny mind would allow.
"I can't..." he whined after a while. He opened his eyes once more and smiled that toothy, innocent smile.
"Damn!" Zim cried, and ran off, down to the computer, where he plopped himself in the chair and shouted at the screen.
"Computer! What resources do we have to change a human to a SIR robot?"
The great monitor whirred and clicked for what seemed like hours, when finally the monotone voice broke the silence.
"There is nothing in the database that can be used for human to robot transformation. Have a nice day."
Zim screamed, tearing at his antennae furiously. After he calmed down, he turned his gaze back to the computer.
"Computer! Create a larger dog suit! Gir will continue his roll as my dog on the filthy planet, and we will conquer. Do it now!"
The computer took on the business quickly, and soon a large, green dog suit lay upon the floor below the computer.
(Short... Blecchh. But done! Behold! The irresistibly cute human Gir! Whitish hair, big blue eyes, and nice body. Fun fun fun... Reviews are most loved. Unfortunately I have no more rabbits to threaten, so you'll just have to review without one of Jim's cousins.)