ZIM sat out on his front yard sitting in a lawn chair, looking normal. He took a sip what looked like lemonade from a glass on his side table. Of course it wasn't real lemonade, or he'd be running around his yard in pain with his tongue in flames from the acid iand/iwater ingredients. No, no. This was the delicious juice from a delectable, juicy orange that GIR had so happily given him a dozen or so boxes of for his own culinary enjoyment. ZIM smiled again; he was just so happy. As he was about to take another sip, a small flying insect landed on his arm. ZIM looked at it intently with disguised eyes. Then it bit him. "OW!" he yelped. He paused and looked around. The man across the street watering his brown lawn looked at him. ZIM just smiled; acting…normal. He looked at the spot where he had been. It was a tad bit swollen and red. Ohhhhhh, it itched. He rubbed it. It itched more. He scratched it. It felt painful and yet so full of relief to scratch it. Now it was beginning to get irritating. What was he to do? He couldn't go to school tomorrow with an AB-normal red swelling on his arm! There was only one thing to do…………….go to dib. He iwas/i human, right? He should know what to do and know all about the local insect infestations. All the way to his house, ZIM itched the red protrusion. When he knocked on the door, DIB answered. "Helloooo? AH! It's you!" he said.
"Yes, yes it is meeee…ZIIIIIM!" "What to you want? My brains? My nose?! INFORMATION?!" ZIM sighed. "No, that is not what I have come for." "Well, what is it then?" ZIM showed Dib his arm. "Oh. Well, you got a mosquito bite." ZIM "hmmmm"ed "And what aid does it require?" "Itchy-Oint ointment." "Ah… May I have this…iItchy-Oint/i?" "Sure" said Dib, handing him ointment from the table beside the door. ZIM put the pink stuff on his "mosquito bite". Oh, the fiery itching ceased.