"Gir, my drill!"
"Say please!"
"Ugh...Why do I...Alright, fine, please."
"Please what?"
"Gir!"
"No, seriously, I forgot."
Zim sighed. A few moments earlier he had jumped up to the vent and he was now clinging to the cieling. He checked that his suction-cup shoes were in working order, then released his grasp and hung from the cieling, glaring at Gir face-to-face.
Gir stared at him for a moment, then grinned.
"What?" Zim asked, irritated.
"You're upside down!"
"Yes, I realize that Gir. Now, would you please hand me the freaking drill?"
"Pretty please!"
"GIR!"
"Alright, alright." Gir bent down and picked up the small drill, handing it to his master. Zim bent back towards the cieling with ease, drilling through the corners of the vent. In a matter of minutes, the vent cover had fallen to the floor and he was helping his faithful robot servant climb into the air vent.
Zim began crawling through the vent, reluctantly letting Gir ride on his back.
"One word out of you and you're going through the next opening in the vent, do you hear me?" Zim whispered. Gir turned red for a moment and saluted, then converted back to his normal blue.
They crawled for a few minutes. Zim thought it was exruciatingly slow, but he was forced not to use his super speed, because if he did the fabric of his pants might have actually melted the metal of the vent and sent him crashing down on some unexpecting servant.
And nobody wanted that.
He noticed that they were over another opening and looked down. He saw a floating turkey and decided to move on, hoping he hadn't suddenly gone insane. He moved forward for a minute, then noticed slurping sounds. He stopped directly above another opening and looked at Gir angrily.
Gir was eating a chicken leg dipped in mayo, which annoyed Zim immensly.
"Gir," he whispered as quietly as possible. "Stop that!"
Gir just smiled and started jumping on Zim's back.
"Gir, what're you-" he didn't get to finish, because suddenly the vent cover below him gave way. He switched his mind to super speed mode and made a metal beam with a suction cup on the end come out of his PAK and stick to the top of the air vent. Suddenly, he was hanging upside down, staring at someone's back.
Before he could bring himself back up, she turned around.
Gaz. Crap.
Their faces were inches apart. He stared into her wide eyes, noticing she was in a state of shock. If he didn't get back into the vent soon, she would call security and they would find him.
He grinned, gave her a little wave, then pulled himself back up quickly. He grabbed Gir and crawled away as fast as possible without melting the vent. He wasn't too far away, however, when he heard a yell from the other room.
"SOLDIERS! I NEED SOLDIERS TO MEET ME IN THE MAIN HALL IMMEDIATLEY."
Well, that's just great. Zim just hoped he could still go through with his plan.
If not, everything he lived for would be doomed.
Random Mrs. Bitters (who, by the way, is dead) note: Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, go home now.