Zim stared at his moniter aka TV in a frozen state. Gir, who had watched the cameras in the siblings house with him, had cried himself to sleep in his lap. After 40 minuntes of akward silence, Purple decided to put life back in the room.
"Shame... You were right Zim." He sighed.
"What?" Zim jerkes his head up in the sound of a voice.
"Humans are stupid. They create these great cultural ideas and form such philosiphies about how strong they can make eachother just by caring or acknowledging the other... Yet they wont even do it for their own DNA tribe."
"Yeah..." Zim knew this was the same for irkens, and wondered if the tallest next to him was also realising this. " All these years I hated Dib. Now I owe him a great debt for sheltering my bride-to-be. I think I'll keep him as a pet."
"That's nice... I'm hungry, let's see what Red picked off the road for dinner." He said letting the mood lighten.
They came in to see Gir tied to a highchair wearing a hannubal-lector mask and Red setting the table. They all took theit places and looked at their plates as if it wer to crawl away. With Red cooking, it might. Being the brave one and in charge Red took the first bite.
"Hey, it's actually good." He said shoveling another forkload in his mouth.
"Thank God,I was going to cut off mu tongue if I had to eat anymore of your crap" Purple stated relieved only to receive a nice punch on the head... with a blender.
"Hey, what is this anyway?" Zim chewes happy to actually eat xomething other than small snacks for survival.
"It's called Spa-get-y. I don't know it's from Pasta." He shrugged.
"Why is Gir tied to that thing?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"No..." Zim's eye twitched.
"Sorry about your mate... But what I have come to understand "fathers" aren't all that neccesary." Red said glancing at his unconcious mate. "At least she still has her mother."
"Uh-unh. Her mom died a long long,long, long, long time ago."
"S-she has no one to teach her how to dominate and rule?" Red looked sad for a moment but continued to eat.
"Don'y worry about Gaz, she can take care of herself. But getting past Dib Will be harder than ever! And even after I wed, Gaz will probaly be very sentmental on letting him run loose, DESTROYING THINGS!" His fist pounded the table.
"Shut up Zim. Things will work out, they always do. NOW BE QUIET!" Red was tired and wanted peace. He was in a bad mood so he decided not to tell Zim about the surprise omorrow. It'll be funnier to watch him spaz out.
Gaz woke up the next day to the doorbell. She opened it to reveal Gir, with a note pinned to his dog costume.
"Can spike play?" he asked with his hands behnd his back.
"Sure, she's upstairs. But no mud!" she said reading the note.
Dear Gaz-Human,
Our dearest son zim, is having his birthday tomorrow as well as Thanksgiving. As his friend, you have the honor of being invited to the feast of greatness.. you may bring whomever you wish.
sincerly,
RedMama
'Hmmm, a family dinner? Seems like chaos. Can't wait.