Dib held the little robot close to his body, hidden from curious eyes by his trench coat. He flew up the stairs and slammed the doo to his room.
"Wow! How on Earth did I miss this? Me! The obsessive, compulsive Dib!" He babbled excitedly. "I bet I can fix him up and finally prove that I was right that Zim was an alien, or at least have a robotic slave. Dang! Why do I keep talking to myself? Any how, let's see what Tak's ship knows about robots."
Hours later, Dib had made very little progress with the robot. He soon grew frustrated and slammed his large head onto his desk.
"It's as though dark forces are against me!" Dib shouted into the wood.
Then he heard an unexpected clang and looked up to see something drop out of the little robot's head. It was a common CD with the word 'Dib' written on it in letters that looked like someone had scratched them. Curious, the boy stuck it into his computer. A screen with a familiar green face appeared.
"Hello, Dib," Zim said, smirking.