The chapter is a little bit smaller then some of the others. I appreciate the reviews. :)

With enough of the family sappiness out of the way. Gaz had to use the facilities to straighten herself up and get tough again. She can do some sappy for later. Staring at herself in the mirror for a certain amount of time like she has done before, she deconstructed her image, and built it back up. Not wishing to alert her dad or dippy brother by making them run in here, she opted to do this instead of punch something really hard. Shaking her head and adjusting her shoulders a bit, she turned to walk out of the bathroom and back to the lab where Dib and Zim were at it again.

Opening up the door, she noticed her dad was ignoring them, while both of them were facing off again. What they were yelling about was nonsense to her and she did have the brief picture in her mind of her going up to them, taking them both by the back of their heads, and knocking their heads together. She smiled evilly at that as the imaginative horns sprouted up from her temples. Crossing her arms, she said in a grimace.

"Would you both like to make out for a while before we get on with why we are all here?"

Both stopping in mid yell with their mouths hung open, they turned their heads slowly to regard her in stunned silence.

"Or how about a private room together. Will that be better?" She went on.

Zim gagged. Dib coughed out. "Sick, Gaz. Never suggest that again."

Smile on her face, she looked at Zim. "Zim please talk to them on why we are here."

Gagging complete, he composed himself. "Yes, well, it is very simple." Glancing quickly around the lab. "You have observed me for a long time. What is my weaknesses?"

"Your weaknesses?"

Thrusting his lip out a little. "Yes, my weaknesses." He repeated. "Use them. Exploit them. Be inventive with them. Just don't kill any of them with it. We want you formidable. We want you as allies."

"But?" Dib queried again.

Oh did I make him stupid when I took some of his memory away? Zim thought. That is a horrible thought.

"You'll get it." Zim answered. "Gaz, we really must leave. I've been here way too long."

"Uh okay." She said walking to him. "Dad, Dib we have to go."

Membrane from his seat, looked over at his daughter. "I hope to see you soon, daughter. Be careful."

"You too." She smiled and took Zim's hand.

"Also think of Tak's ship when it comes to the armor on the tanks." Zim left off before blinking back to base.

The second they were back inside the base, Gaz let go of his hand as if it was sudden poison. Watching Gir come over skipping over with his pig in his arms happy as a clam. She didn't feel like having any type of serious discussion with him around the little innocent robot.

"Hi Gazzy! You like my pig?" He greeted.

Forcing a smile, she looked down at him. "I like it a lot, Gir. I use to draw pigs when I was little."

"Really?" Smile so large on him, she swore it was almost as large as the sun.

"Yes, really. Maybe I'll draw one for you one day."

Hugging her tightly, he squealed and bounded to the nearest chair bouncing his pig in the air. Gaz was in awe at how sweet and childlike he was. It still amazed her how, Zim kept him around, although she knew he did care for him. But looking back at Zim she just wished he would act more grown up.

"Zim, I'm going upstairs to get something to eat. I don't wish to talk to you at this present moment after what I saw in the lab with my brother." Raising her finger up to silence him from speaking, she stormed over to the elevator and went up.

Pouting for a few minutes, he turned around to regard his computer. "Any news to report, Computer?"

"Skoodge was here to visit the base briefly to see about talking to you, but I informed him you went out on a secret mission."

"Alright, I will go to Skoodge as soon as I visit our former Tallest. We can't let them think that I forgot about them." Zim stated rubbing his gloved hands together.

"What about, Gaz, sir?"

"Please make sure she is looked after. When I get back, I will talk to her."

"Shouldn't you talk to her now?"

Zim was walking away by that time. "You never dealt with her when she is angry. It is best to let her cool down or your insides are on your outside." He replied as he kept going.

The old him would of fancied that thought, but right now it actually sounded disgusting. Inside the Computer's system, his servos shook a little.

Zim made his way to the dungeon and faced the sorry state of the former Tallest whom both looked a little worse for wear. Staring at one another for a while. Zim finally approached them, but not too close, with a voice filled with careful malice.

"So... Who here will tell me who had the last Elder child murdered?"