I see people doing disclaimer stuff but does it really work? I dunno. Just following what I see on here. I don't own iz.

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"43,804 games entered into the database so far."

Gaz somewhat regret her decision to complete every game ever made. She scanned the list on her computer screen; There were pc, mobile, console, arcade, and business games on the forum. Did she really want to go through all of them? Could she? Even if the waves lasted, it would roughly take her a lifetime to finish the list.

"Okay," Gaz began, unaware she was talking to herself yet again, " Maybe I'll just do all console and pc games. that takes me down to, what, 3,000 or so games? I can do it. I will do it."

She grabbed a pen and tore off the lid with her teeth. She hunched into her notebook intensely (something her teachers had scolded her for in the past) and began to write.

Meanwhile, Professor Membrane was downstairs, scratching the scythe that was his hair in confusion. Normally he'd buy takeout for his family, but the shrink had recently informed him that doing so shows signs of neglect and could potentially fatten his children (however, he was too late with Dib, that poor boy).

He… hadn't made a meal before. The closest thing to cooking he'd ever done was make cereal and—well, it was a stretch— his genetic modifications of toast into super toast.

Nevertheless, he was determined! Surely cooking is the mixing of complementary chemicals and substances to create a new substance! Why, it was dealing with the creation of compounds just like in his labs! Except this time, his creation would be edible.

"Alright Membrane, you've handled worse," He muttered to himself as he eyed the cookbook, his gloved fingers moving across the page as he read, "French… Toast. Toast of the french! Yes. This seems simple."

He reached for the eggs and vanilla extract and set them aside, and reached into the cupboard to grab a bowl.

"These steps are so easy! How hard can this be?"

….

Membrane stood gaping in his kitchen. Well, it was his kitchen. Now it was a charred mess. Apparently he had to oil inside pan so the bread wouldn't stick and burst into flames. He partially blamed the cookbook. It didn't describe exactly where to oil the pan, he just assumed all of it had to be oiled and everything went downhill from there.

"What am I going to do now? I can't succeed in becoming a statistically better father with my kitchen in a rut!"

Membrane set aside his fire extinguisher and began to pace back in forth, his hand to his chin.

"Hmm, perhaps I can create the perfect cooking robot and simply be there to present it to my children! In this way I am still a major part of their meal routine!"

He rushed down into his lab in the basement, taking with him what was left of the oven and refrigerator. Being the genius that he was, he finished his work in exactly ten minutes. He gave a sigh of satisfaction and downloaded every recipe conceivable into the robot, its eyes growing fluorescent as it began to turn on.

"What is my purpose Professor Membrane?"

"You make food, Foodio 3000!"

"I understand, Professor Membrane. I wish that my concoctions please you. Also, what is love?"

Membrane's brow shifted and he gave somewhat of a grimace under his collar. He couldn't risk another robot gaining sentience and want to ultimately destroy humankind, so he merely avoided the question.

"I'm sure you'll perform wonderfully. Now go and make us french toast!"

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Professor Membrane and Gaz couldn't get Dib out of his room, even though they tried everything. Gaz even hunted down bigfoot for him, but he turned him down. DIB turned BIGFOOT down, that jerk. Although, some part of Gaz was relieved, as she came to find out he wasn't such a bad guy. They even exchanged numbers so they would keep in touch.

The professor and his daughter simply decided that Gaz would be the one to shove Dib's food into the door until the day Dib decided to come out, and this routine worked fine up to the day zim returned.

Gaz knew the moment that she saw Zim on the feeds, she would never get the peace and quiet she had enjoyed since the beginning of the waves. But in the meantime, she was absolutely enthralled she and her father didn't have to constantly scent the house.

Zim was pretty smart in totally embarrassing Dib today. Those feeds were really funny. I guess him coming back wasn't so bad after all. Gaz mused that evening as she played her SPS, And who knows, maybe he'll come in handy later on.

Her thoughts came to a close as she realized she had finished the final minigame a while ago. She tossed aside the handheld in disinterest and brought her notebook to her side, flipping its pages until she landed in the "C" section. She took out a pen from inside the spiral of wire and crossed off "Cupcom Puzzle World".

"Two thousand down, one thousand more to go."

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So I'm feeling generous and I'm uploading two chapters tonight! I'm finally getting into their interactions in the comics and from there, story time! I'm so pumped! I think I kinda skimped through this one actually haha. Excuse any grammatical errors xp

edit update: I totally forgot to put in the italics for this chapter ughh whyy

See you all next time!