AN: This is for KylaSoulSongAlchmist. I know you requested a Dib/Nny staring contest but this is what bubbled out of my brain when that idea came along. I hope you still like it, and if not just tell me and I'll give it another whirl.

Disclaimer: Hey! I don't own any of this and you know it!

Dib stared at the sight that had just sat down across the aisle from him and didn't know what to make of it.

It wasn't the bright green, dog-disguised robot that had his attention, no; it was the man sitting at the table eating with the robotic alien servant that had the youthful paranormal investigator paused in mid slurp of his Poop soda.

Something about the too thin man made Dib's skin crawl- and not in the good way like when he knew he was on the trail of a formidable creäture of the night that could rip his head off his shoulders in the blink of an eye, no, this man sent his degraded danger senses into overdrive.

And what was Gir doing having lunch with someone other than Zim anyway?

Before he could start to formulate a plan of action- to find out what Gir(and thereby Zim) was up to with this man or to just run screaming from the Taco Hell like the madman everyone thought he was- one of the jaded employees came lumbering down their aisle and spotted Gir sitting at the table with the mystery man.

"Sir, there are no unleashed animals allowed in the building. I'm afraid you'll just have to take your little doggy outside if you can't leash him." Gir grinned up at the hapless worker, bits of half chewed taco wedged between his square teeth, and Dib started edging towards the end of his booth seat.

Something told him that running like a madman would be a good idea at this point.

"He's not a dog, he's an alien robot in disguise. Besides, he's not mine." Dib paused only a moment to wonder how the man knew that- no-one ever believed him when he told them the truth about Gir and Zim, well, no-one but Gaz but she didn't care anyway- but didn't pause for long as he was almost to the exit. Though he did keep a wary eye on the unfolding scene between the man and the stupid Taco Hell worker.

"Sir. Dogs need a leash. You need to put your dog on a leash." Dib saw the strange man's eye twitch just as he reached the door.

"I said he wasn't a dog and that he isn't mine. Are you deaf?" Dib pushed frantically at the door but it wouldn't budge. He was starting to panic and yet he didn't even know what had set him off in the first place.

"I'm going to have to get my manager." The oblivious employee said as he turned to head for the back office.

Dib realized that the sign on the door read 'Pull to Open' just as the idiot opened his mouth again.

"Why do I always get stuck with the wack-a-doodles?" The last thing Dib heard clearly as he finally made it to the safety of outside was the thin man's scream of rage:

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" After that it was just a series of noises and screamed pleas that would haunt the big-headed kid till the end of his days.

"My eye! He poked my eye out with a bendy straw!"

"Not the deep fryer! NOT THE DEEP FRYER!"

"Look out, he's got a spork!"

And above the din was Gir's unmistakable, high-pitched shrieking:

"More Poop for everyone!" A few minutes after it went quiet the door opened and out stepped Gir holding a to go bag, closely followed by the man that had been the original cause of Dib's unease.

"Hey look! It's Mary!" As the robotic servant of his greatest enemy waved frantically at him from just a few short feet away, Dib stared in horror as the thin man- who would forever grace his nightmares he was sure- turned to look at him.

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Nny looked after the dust cloud in the distance that was all that remained of his little friend's friend 'Mary' with a small smile.

It was so rare that he met people he had no intention of killing- he would never kill the friend of a friend, well, unless they really deserved it- that it was amusing that once he did that that would be the one person to run away.

Looking down at his little companion, who was sucking away at his milkshake so hard his head was trying to implode, he held out a- surprisingly not blood soaked- hand.

"Same time next week?" As Gir's big, trusting eyes turned up to him a wide smile spread across the little robots face as he took Nny's proffered hand.

"Yeah! And then we can have some more fun!"

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AN.2: Hey, just wanted to remind y'all to send me story ideas. I love getting them, they inspire me and make me work harder!