-In the elevator-

Zim: Huh? What's this!? What is the meaning of the stopping!? Computer, what's going on-it stopped!

Computer: (now filming Zim) Did you press stop?

Zim: No! Do not question ZIM!

Computer: Then there must have been a security breach or a laboratory lag.

Zim: THEN FIX IT! (taps foot impatiently and crosses arms)

Computer: It will take awhile. How do you feel about five minutes?

Zim: DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT FEELINGS COMPUTER!! I am an Irken Invader and that would mean feelings are beyond the MIGHTY ZIM!

(Five minutes later-after much back and forth conversation and impatience-the elevator slowly descends. Zim walks out of the elevator to see Dib sitting in one of his purple plushy chairs and eating food)

Zim: May I ask what you're doing Dib-Beast?

Dib: (chewing on a Twinkie) Wha' does it look 'ike? (swallows) I'm eating food and sitting in a plushy chair.

Zim: (annoyed and angry for being talked back to) When will you listen!? YOU ARE EATING MY FOOD!!

Dib: (smiling) This is Gir's food, yeh know, human food.

Zim: Oh. But you're in a CHAIR of MINE!

Dib: There's another one down there. Didn't ya' know that?

Zim: Of course I knew that! And how did you find out?

Computer: (interrupts) I told him.

Zim: (curiously) Why? I AM YOUR MASTER! I AM ZIM!

Computer: Because he was going to sit in another chair you like so much.

(Dib nods)

Zim: (irritated) Do not tell the human what I like or dislike! Now give Zim the other plushy chair.

(As a joke, the computer makes the twin chair (underground) come up right where Zim is standing and it brings Zim to the ceiling)

Zim: Ahhh! MAKE IT GO DOWN! DOOOW-

(The computer makes it go down all right, really, really fast. Since the chair can hover, it doesn't fall to the ground)

Zim: (panting) Don't-do-that-again-EVER!

Dib: (laughing) Here, have a Twinkie.

Zim: NO! Computer, dispose of this stink food and instead bring Gir down with a few Irken snacks.

(Dib is about to stuff a Cheeto in his mouth, when the bag and individual Cheeto dematerialize)

Dib: Oh...I wanted that Cheeto...