Zim didn't know what was wrong with Gir. The little android was troubled, and it put an eerie touch on Zim's base without the happiness of the childish android to cheer...or mess...things up.
"Gir," Zim asked, intending to see what the matter was. Gir, however, only gave a small whimper. Sighing, Zim recalled an old poem sung to him when he was a smeet:
"Don't worry, sweet child,
The moon will never wake.
Don't worry, my child,
it is ours to exploit and take."
"Sleep well, my child,
we will conquer tomorrow.
Be quiet, my child,
forget your endless sorrow."
"Dream happily,my child,
dream of invasion and war.
Sweet dreams,my child,
think of life before."
"Awake, my child,
it is a new dawn.
Rise, my child,
your demons are gone."
"Learn, my warrior,
learn the arts of survival.
Create, my child,
Create a soldier of Irken revival."
"Love, my child,
enjoy it while it lasts,
Because, my child,
of law it contrasts."
"Fury, my child,
is the essence of doom,
For, my child,
it shall create your early tomb."
"Hate, my child,
for love is know needless,
murder, my child,
you do not deserve this."
"Life, my child,
is a blooming flower,
death, my child,
can destroy it in an hour."
"Persevere, my child,
you will prevail.
never give up,my child,
believe and you'll never fail."
"Conquer, my child,
show your merciless wrath.
Eliminate, my child,
the happy path."
"Assasinate, my child,
believe me, it's mandatory,
you wouldn't want your life to be
a ridiculed story."
"They will sing, my child,
sing of your conquest,
you are great, my child:
the best of the best."
"Believe, my child,
in not but fiction.
Dream, my child,
it is a deadly addiction."
"Sleep once again, my child,
sleep and grow strong.
Forget, my child,
what you have done wrong."
With that, Zim finished. It had taken longer than he had expected, but at least it'd worked. Gir was fast asleep on the floor. With a sigh, Zim decided he needed sleep to. Settling down on the couch, he drifted off into Earthly dreams, planning his next attack on human society.