Zim sprinted out of that damned room when the door crashed to the floor its hinges rolling off somewhere in the, now, messy classroom. The Irken pushing the raven-haired teen out of his way "HEY!" Dib shouted again.
Zim ignored it, as Dib was left there as his little alien scattered away. "rats," he almost got his prize. But he has to work harder.
Like always, Hmmm, he looked around the room of supplies all scattered across the floor. The biggest grin on the human's face.
Seeing many useful ways of using them. "Let's get to work," turning his body to the classroom door, getting up and walking casually inside, many tricks and traps to build for his alien prize. Along with thinking of the many ways of getting Zim to behave under Dib's control instead of the tallest.
Hey, weren't they suppose to call today? pfftt, oh how late and annoyed Zim is going to be. That thought made Dib's smirk widen.
-meanwhile-
GIR was making dinner with a wide smile. Stirring the pot of grounded meat left over from his bath earlier that very day. When a call beamed in from the living room.
"Ah, GIR." the purple tallest said hiding disgust in his tone. "HEEEEELLLLLLLOOOOOO" GIR shouted with a child like tone.
"What is that robot cooking now?" he red tallest one in the back with a disgusted look, when did Zim start eating stink pile food? "GROUNDED BEEF!" GIR jumped into an air screaming at the top of his lungs if he had any. The two tallest look at each confused and then the tallest purple turned his head towards Gir.
"what is this so-called 'beef' GIR?" Purple seemed curious, while the red tallest glared at him with a 'what have you done?' look in his eyes.
"WELLLLLL!" the little robot began. Purple sitting down ready to be taught about this "beef" GIR's so excited about. "IT COMES FROM THE ANIMALS ON THIS PLANET!" The tallest pause, very confused while Red almost choked on his drink. The purple tallest patting him on the back.
"HOW?!" The red one shouted in confusion of how an animal can produce something like... like... THAT?! runny and gooey, and nasty... Shesh... "HUMANS KILL COWS AND COWS GO MOO MOO! AND THEY ADD MANY THINGS TO THIS BEEF! DID I MENTION THAT PIGS GO ORAK?!"
The tiny robot had huge sparkles in his huge blue robot eyes, differing in the colors and sizes.
While the two tallest knew what they've gotten themselves into. They wished Zim was here to explain it better than his robot pet. But it had to do. At least the robot was good at something than cooking. Well half good, the robot still shouts all the damned time.
They shrug it off, ordered some drinks and let the tiny robot scream at the top of the mountains about how beef is made. Along with other objects of consumption.
The Irken was huffing and gasping for air, he has never run that fast or that long in his entire irken life! The green alien leaned on the wall that once faced him as a dead end.
Zim knows he can't keep running away, soon enough Dib-shit will find him again and the chase would start all over again. Maybe if he just stalled for a bit of time?
The alien's hand slipped from his hip to his pounding heart, sweat was pouring down his body, raining down his face. Making his... his...oh shit...
Zim had just figured out that he didn't have his wig on. shit! Zim has to get off of the wall to find it!
He can't just run around with no wig! the alien wanted to get off of the hard cement wall, trying to balance himself. But his legs, his legs are threatening to just melt away, blood is rushing down, making his head feel light and dizzy.
"uugghhhhh" Zim spat out of his mouth, everything in and out of his body was aching.
Even when Zim attempted to get off, it was like a bolt of lightning hit his body.
He felt weak and knew the footsteps echoing off the walls as that human-flesh bag was closing in on the green alien.
Zim made himself think of something else... think, think... What is GIR doing now?... What is that little robot making?
Something clicked into the little Irken's mind.
GIR MUST BE TALKING TO THE TALLEST!