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“It’s a hot dog.” Gaz stated bluntly. “I mean, it’s got these weird rings on it, but it still just tastes like a hot dog.”
“FOOLISH BLUNT-TONGUED EARTHCREATURE!” Zim shot back, his mouth full of half-masticated food. “Clearly your inferior human senses cannot comprehend the intricate difference in flavor profile and mouth-feeliness between this sophisticated dish and your filthy Earth slop!”
“Dude…” She waggled her bitten Vort Dog in a bun at him, “It’s a tube of puréed meat in a flesh sock. I get that you’ve got this complex about stuff your people make, but-“
“Oh, no. These were invented by the Vortians.”
“Then why are we ARGUING about it?” She growled, “Besides, you don’t even know what a hot dog tastes like because you can’t eat them!”
“Err, well…” He rubbed his chin in thought at that question. “Uhh…”
“Whatever! I’ve had enough hotdogs to last a lifetime, anyway…” Not in the mood to hear any more of his vocal fries, Gaz shoved the rest of her quarter-eaten flesh tube into the Irken’s food hole before reaching for the bag again, leaving the alien to choke as she withdrew the next dish. “I’m trying the Splong Wings…”
After setting the ship on auto-pilot and swapping through the various seating set-ups - much to Zim’s chagrin because it had swung them around like cups in a shell game as Gaz had flipped through the various settings before finally ending up with them side-by-side - they had dug into the grease-laden food which she had been admittedly curious to try as it wasn’t often that one got to experience alien fast food. However, aside from the weird, fried head things, most of the food seemed oddly similar to stuff she could get back on Earth. The only difference being that it was weirdly shaped, tasted a little different and that Zim could eat it.
It’s nice to be able to share a meal with someone for once. The little voice pitched in, only to receive an internal growl and another: Be quiet.
All in all it seemed strangely normal. In fact, putting aside the weird space-goat-Dib, almost everyone in that restaurant seemed strangely normal. Like if you swapped them for anyone from Earth, after the initial shock they would just blend in like anyone else. Which raised an important question:
Why was Zim such a freak?
“Hey, so…” She looked up from her saucy wings to address the Irken who had finished clearing the Vort Dog from his throat. “That Sizz Lorr guy mentioned a few things about you back at the restaurant…”
He coughed up a chunk of space bun before replying: “Whatever that filthy traitor had to say is nothing but lies! FILTHY LIES!”
“So, you didn’t blow up half your own planet with a giant robot?”
“Oh… No, that’s true.” He conceded, giving a self-satisfied grin. “Pretty impressive, is it not?!”
“… Kind of?” She admitted, earning herself a brief, stunned look from the alien who had probably never heard any genuine praise for his destruction before. “But, why would you do that?”
“To prove myself as an Invader, of course!”
“Yeah, but-“ Sensing this was one of those times where trying to get a straight answer would be like trying to pull her own teeth out using a rusty chicken-grabber she moved on. “He mentioned you were something else, too…”
“Amazing? Astounding? Awe-inspiring? A-“
“Defective.” She cut him off before he could continue down the adjective alphabet. “He said you were a Defective.”
There was a long moment of silence where all that could be heard was the ambient sound of the engines as Zim just stared at her blankly. It felt like she had done the opposite of farting at a funeral, killing all levity and replacing it with dour seriousness.
“Oh…” He muttered in a quiet voice. “That.”
Gaz winced internally as that horrible feeling of awkwardness returned as the Irken looked off into the stars like a kicked puppy dreaming of space travel to get away from big shoes.
“Gazhuman…” Zim spoke quietly, which was a bad sign in itself. “… what if I told you that… my mission… my status as an Invader…”
Oh, jeez. She didn’t like where this was going.
“... was all a lie. That the Tallests sent me to Earth not to conquer it… but to get rid of me.” He pressed his hand against the plexiglass, dragging his fingers over the stars in the distance like he was running his fingers through the pages of a book chronicling his sad life before slamming his hand against the cold window. “And all I can do… to make it through the day… is to put on a brave face… and pretend that it's all real.”
Come on, man! She sighed internally as she watched the Irken hug himself, curling up and facing away from her to mope in self-pity in the corner of the cockpit. Just how awkward is he going to make this?
She expected him to call her a liar or laugh it off or something, not actually be THIS affected by it. It was AWKWARD. SO AWKWARD.
Say something to him! The little voice returned, though Gaz didn’t even feel the urge to tell it to be quiet at this point.
The heck would I even say to the guy?! She grit her teeth, trying to think through the oppressive awkwardness. It wasn’t like she could empathize with where he was coming from. She’d never destroyed half her own planet. She’d never been banished by her supreme leaders and had her rank stripped from her. She wasn’t a Defective.
Was she?
She tore her eyes away from the alien in the fetal position to stare ahead into space as her own translucent, sour reflection stared back at her in the plexiglass. Was she Defective? She wasn’t stupid, she had put the pieces together regarding her and Dib’s parentage. It wasn’t a stretch to deduce that her father, lacking both the time and interest in pursuing romantic entanglement, had decided to just create a couple of kids in a test tube to secure his legacy. And while he clearly voiced his disappointment with how her brother turned out, she sometimes couldn’t help but feel like - to a lesser degree - she was a disappointment, too. For the most part, he had respected her wishes to pursue video game development rather than Real Science but she couldn’t help but notice the hurt, disappointed look in his eyes whenever she refused his inevitable offers to come work with him, instead.
Maybe we have more in common than I thought. She admitted, turning back to face the curled up Irken, who had begun to tremble.
“… Listen, Zim… I…”
Jeez, this is awkward.
“I…”
Just spit it out, already!
“I…” Her eyes shifted over to the Irken’s reflection in the plexiglass. “I can see you smirking, you jerk!”
“Bwuhahahahaha!” He hugged his belly, kicking his legs with glee as he belted out a staccato laugh. “I can’t BELIEVE you fell for that!”
The urge to punch the little creep was rising rapidly. The sour pout on her face tensing into a sneer as her fist clenched so hard it started to shake.
“Ahhh! Silly hyoomaan!” Zim remarked, wiping away tears of laughter. “Of course ZIM isn’t Defective! That’s just a little joke between me and the Tallests!”
“Hilarious.” She growled out through gritted teeth.
“Oh! Cheer up, earthmonkey! So you were taken in by Zim’s MARVELOUS ACTING TALENT! Happens to everyone! Here…” He leaned over to fiddle with the controls and the sound of alien music issued forth from the speakers. “Oooh! Remember this song?! Squibba dip doop!”
This idiot.
“Sweepa dee do!”
Of course he doesn’t believe he’s Defective.
“Haga blippa shmeep shmoop!”
What the heck was I worried for?
“Flibba de MEE!”
Wait… worried?
“Akawiga blee bloom!”
Me? Worried? About HIM?
“Squip di skwoooom!”
Why would I be- She grit her teeth, pressing her palms against her temples as she could feel the little voice in her head about to say something she REALLY didn’t want to hear and tried to stifle it beforehand. No! We’re NOT going there!
Where did put her Game Slave? No, not enough time to boot it up even if she did find it. She needed a distraction right now, before her little voice managed to break through into her consciousness. But, what? WHAT?!
“YEAH-YEAH-YEAAAAAH! C’mon, you know the words! Squibba dip doop!”
… Fine. Whatever! She sighed, resigning herself to her fate. “… Sweepa dee do.”
“Haga blippa shmeep shmoop!”
“Flibba de mee.” She mumbled along.
“Akawiga blee bloom!”
“Squip di skwoooom. Yeah-yeah-yeaaaaah.”
“Squip di skwoooom! YEAH-YEAH-YEAAAAAH!”
“Oh! The bridge! I got this part!” Zim proclaimed, holding a half-eaten Vort Dog like a microphone and thrusting his other hand back and forth like he was scratching a record as he spat out the lyrics.
And as Gaz watched him fumbling and singing off-key to the rap portion of the song, it suddenly struck her that the sworn enemy of mankind, who abducted and experimented on people for fun, who ruined lives with all the care and frequency of going to the toilet…
… was a complete dork.
He’s fun to be around, though. The little voice pitched in. Gaz was about to chid it when the Irken arched his back as he belted out the last note of the bridge and signaled the return of the chorus, a distraction she leapt upon eagerly (for her, that was) to escape the continued introspection.
“Squibba dip doop!”
“Squibba dip doop.”
“Sweepa dee do!”
“Sweepa dee do.”
“Haga blippa shmeep shmoop!”
“Haga blippa shmeep shmoop.”
“Flibba de mee!”
“Flibba de mee.”
“Akawiga blee bloom!”
“Akawiga blee bloom.”
“Squip di skwoooom!”
“Squip di skwoooom.”
“YEAH-YEAH-YE-AHHHH!”
“Yeah-yeah-ye-AHHHH!”
They screamed in unison as the ship was suddenly swallowed whole by a giant space worm.
They returned to Earth around midafternoon with few incidents, aside from the misadventure with the space worm.
That was kind of cool. Gaz mused to herself, leaning over to stare out the window as the city blocks whizzed past beneath them before pointing something out in the distance. “You can drop me off there.”
“Eh?” Zim raised an antenna, clearly under the impression he was supposed to drop her off at her abode.
“It’s secluded and I need to stretch my legs.” Besides, if Dib sees you dropping me off, that’ll lead to questions I don’t feel like answering.
“Err… okay.” The Irken acquiesced, veering off to land in the park a little ways off the path. The plexiglass dome depressurized with a hiss, releasing the stale, recirculated, grease-laden air into the atmosphere like as fresh oxygen flooded into the cockpit.
Squinting against the harsh light of day, she pushed herself out of the cramped vessel and stretched out, releasing hours worth of tension with a few sickening-yet-satisfying popping of vertebrae.
“Well…” She muttered, stepping out of the cockpit and into the damp grass, she offered a shrug of her shoulders to the alien. “… see ya.”
“Err…” Zim timidly raised a finger to try and stop her, “Perhaps we could-“
The sound of barking had his head snapping around, antennas raised and eyes wide as they met a man and his dog standing up on the ridge of a hill, looking down at the sight of the alien with mouth agape.
“HEY!” Gaz shouted to snap the dogwalker out of his stunned state. “Mind your own business!”
With a yelp, man and canine made themselves scarce and Gaz sighed as she turned back to the Irken. “I’m going to go now.”
“Right, right…” He muttered, looking downtrodden as he turned his attention back to the Voot controls.
Gaz grit her teeth as the familiar awkward feeling returned, wrestling with it for a moment before painfully managing to spit out: “I had… FUN, alright?”
Zim perked up, looking at her with one of those dorky, overbitten smiles as she swore he made a sort of happy noise.
“Yeah, yeah.” She waved him off dismissively. “Now get lost before someone else sees you.”
“Oh, right!” His attention brought back to the controls, he shut the domed canopy and activated the thrusters, lifting the ship back into the air as Gaz squinted against the outwash. The faint outline of a three fingered hand waving briefly visible through the otherwise opaque plexiglass before the vessel rose above the tree line before shooting off into the distance.
Only to pass over again as he realized he was headed in the wrong direction.
“Idiot.” Gaz muttered, tiredly. Surprised he hasn’t been caught yet after all this-
As she lowered her gaze back down to ground level, she found over a dozen pairs of eyes staring back from the faces of children and parents alike crowded around park tables decorated with balloons and a large banner which read: Happy Birthday, Shmoe!
The idiot had landed them in the middle of a child’s birthday party.
Oh, what the f-
HONKAH!
She looked down to find she had stepped forward into a big, steaming pile of children’s therapy bills as a crushed man in a Poop Dawg costume groaned beneath her boot.
Nice landing, moron. She sighed internally, stepping over the injured mascot as she made her way into the crowd of stunned faces, stopping at one of the mothers holding a tray of cupcakes.
“And no one…” She remarked, taking a cupcake. “… will EVER believe you.”
And with an audible Nomf she bit into the sugary baked good, asserting her conviction and dominance over the crowd as she made her way through the gathering and back onto the park path, leaving kids and adults traumatized in her wake.
“I’m home.” She announced, stepping over the threshold to the house to be met with eerie silence.
Dad’s at work. Dib’s probably out chasing Bigfoot or something. The corner of her mouth twitched in what was almost a smile as she thought about her brother being led around on a wild goose chase by Zim’s robot all these years.
What an idiot. But, she supposed it got him outside, at least. The last thing she wanted was him rotting in his room like a biohazard and stinking up the whole house, again.
Ugh! Can still remember the smell! Trying to control the contortions of her face as she thought back to that unpleasant memory, she made her way into the kitchen and just reached the fridge when she heard a shambling sound at the foot of the stairs.
“Gaz…” Dib stood, hand braced against the archway, his features shrouded in the shadows save for the reflection off his glasses.
“Oh.” She tried not to sound too disappointed he wasn’t off stomping around in the woods getting bitten and stung by every insect on Earth. “Hey, Dib-“
Before she could finish that sentence, he was on her. His arms reached out to grab her as he lunged at her like a ravenous goat monkey pouncing upon its prey. And Gaz found her brains briefly scrambled in confusion as she tried to determine just what was going on, only to reach a conclusion that felt like a very large, cold stone had just landed in the pit of her stomach with a loud kerplunk!
He was HUGGING her.
“I was so worried!” He wailed.
Fear and disgust shot through Gaz Membrane in that moment. Fear that through the snot and underneath the aroma of greasy food her brother would pick up the lingering Zim-stink she was sure was sticking to her since last night and be super annoying about it. And disgust, not only because she reviled sibling affection, but because: “Dib! You smell like a pig’s butt!”
“What? Still?!” He released his grasp on her to smell at himself. “I took like ten showers already!”
“Yeah…” She waved a hand in front of her face. “Might wanna try replacing your skin, instead. I bet Zim has a machine that’ll do that.”
Ugh… She groaned internally. I should have said dad. Why did I mention that freak in front of this other freak?
“That’s right!” He grasped at her shoulders, though thankfully at arm’s length. “Gaz! Did you see Zim last night?!”
Wow… that’s an intense question.
“Yeah, we just LOVE hanging out together! Last night we even went out for alien fast food! Did you know they have hot dogs in outer space?” Dropping her overly-excited voice, she brushed off his grasp and returned to her usual sardonic tone. “What do you think, Dib?”
“I…” He deflated a little in the face of her sarcasm (despite it all being technically the truth) and with what might have been relief. “I’m serious, Gaz! Look! You can see why I was concerned!”
He held up his camera and Gaz found herself staring at the image of a dirty hobo peeing on the side of the road, giving a wide smile and a big thumb’s up to the camera as he did so.
“Yeah… that’s pretty concerning.” She remarked with a grimace of disgust as she popped open the fridge, ducking inside of it to try and dig out a soda for some nourishing caffeine as her brother rattled on.
“No, not the hobo! It’s Zim! He’s kidnapping people!”
“What else is new?” She remarked as she pushed aside what looked like one of her dad’s experiments in her search for carbonated sugar water. “He’s been doing that since grade skool. Half the disappearances in the city are probably down in his lab in a jar somewhere.”
“Well, I thought it might have been you this time! You would have probably been headed down the same stretch of road to come rescue me- Wait, you were coming to rescue me, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“O-kay… But, look! You can clearly see a human hand in his spaceship in this picture I took last night! And what looks like a human head, too!”
“That’s nice, Dib.” She remarked dismissively as she found a can of her precious Poop stashed in the corner, wasting little time in cracking it open and taking a sip right before the words her brother was spewing sunk in. Spaceship. Last night.
She glanced over to see just what her brother was pointing at in the screen and found he had zoomed into the corner where he had captured Zim’s ship. It was obscured slightly by the lens flare of the headlights; but, she could still make out both the hand and the head he was pointing to.
Only it wasn’t a head.
It was a butt.
A naked butt.
HER naked butt.
Phhhhssst! The soda exited her mouth rapidly in a spit take, spraying her brother with the sticky, brown liquid. Yeah… real subtle, Gaz.
Fortunately enough, he seemed rather nonplussed by the sudden high-velocity Poop spatter and simply wiped his face off on his sleeve, asking: “You alright?”
“Yeah…” She coughed, quickly thinking of an excuse. “… soda went sour.”
“…Can sodas go sour?” He briefly mused. “Wait, why are you still drinking it?”
“Because…” She glared at him over the rim of the can. “I need caffeine.”
“Oh…” Knowing better than to question the habits of his caf-fiend of a sister, Dib quickly dropped his inquiry.
“So…” Taking another sip, she decided to probe. “… you upload that photo?”
“Not yet! I was occupied with trying to wash off the pig stink when I got home. Then I noticed you were missing and I assumed that Zim must have abducted you on your way to save me from those violent UFO hippies and so I’ve been preparing to break into his house to rescue you from his evil clutches!” He took a breath before continuing. “But, you’re here safe and sound now, so I guess I’ll go put it through image enhancement and post it on Squeeler!”
“You know the whole breaking into his house thing might’ve been cute when you and Zim were both in grade skool…” She remarked, watching as he set the camera down on the counter so he could wipe his glasses off on his shirt. “But, I’m pretty sure the neighbors still think he’s a kid and are probably gonna get you put on a registry if you keep going over there.”
“It’s worth the risk, Gaz!” He said, replacing his glasses on his face so he could stand heroically with his hands on his hips. “Someone has to uncover his plans! For the good of planet Earth!”
“Ahuh…” She glanced over to the kitchen window, an idea coming to mind. “Why not just ask him yourself, he’s right at the window.”
“WHAT?!” Dib’s head snapped to the window, rushing over to stick his head out of it to try and catch a glimpse of his nemesis. “Zim! You won’t get away with it! I don’t know what it is you’re trying to get away with, but you’re DEFINITELY not getting away with it! You hear me!”
She had lied, of course. Though she was almost surprised that he still fell for that trick after all these years. Snatching the camera off the counter, she called upon all of her many years of gaming and focused all her might into her well-honed thumbs to quickly delete the incriminating pictures of her bare backside, returning the camera to its perch upon the countertop just as her brother turned back around.
“Okay, he might’ve gotten away this time - but, he won’t get away with it for long!” He proclaimed, picking up his camera. “Not so long as I have THESE!”
“Yeah… those.” She turned back to crack open the fridge just as her brother noticed his precious those were missing.
“What the- Where did- How?!”
“Zim’s robot dog.”
“AGAIN?!” Dib pulled at his hair in anguished frustration. “How does he keep getting in?! That’s it! I’m setting up a spy cam in the kitchen!”
“Yeah, you do that.” She grunted as she bent over to dig through the climate-controlled food closet just as her communicator went off with a quiet buzz, indicating a text message.
The sender? Green Idiot.
GAZHUMAN! YOU LEFT YOUR GAMING DEVICE IN THE ZIMSHIP OF ZIM! AGAIN!
Included with the message was a picture of her Game Slave being held up by one of the alien’s gloved, three-fingered claws. Her hand instinctively shot to her pocket to find that she had indeed misplaced the device. Muttering a curse, she quickly typed a reply.
I’ll come get it later. Guard it with your life and do NOT let your robot eat it or you will face my WRATH.
She pounded the send button with a frustration that wasn’t aimed entirely at the Invader. Just how had she forgotten her Game Slave in his ship twice? Usually she was more guarded about her stuff in unfamiliar territory.; how and why had she let her guard down around Zim not once but two times? She started to suspect that that girly, little voice in her head might have had something to do with it, but that train of thought was quickly derailed as she looked back into the fridge and found a distinct lack of a flat, grease-stained cardboard box which should have been in there.
“Hey!” She looked up to where her brother was standing upon a step-stool to plant a camera upon on the wall. “Did you eat the last of the pizza?!”
“Well, I couldn’t very well launch a daring rescue mission for my little sister on an empty stomach- AHH!” He lost his balance as he twisted around to address her and cracked his head on the counter before hitting the floor with a groan.
You JERK! With a growl in her throat, she managed to just barely suppress the urge to finish him off with a stomp to the head; the evidence would’ve been too obvious and dad would probably frown upon any more acts of attempted fratricide on her part, so all she could do was clench her fists in front of her and seeth in impotent fury.
However, a vibration against her wrist briefly distracted her from her rage as she checked the message to see a little animated sticker of a beam-mouthed Irken giving a salute with the words: YES, SIR! splashed beneath.
Idiot. Though even as she thought this she felt a slight, maddening tickle at the corner of her mouth. Why does he even have a sticker like that?
“Ow-ow-ow!” Dib hissed as he rubbed his enormous head. “Yep, that’s a concussion. That definitely feels concussion-y.”
“Serves you right.” She muttered, glancing up from the screen for a moment before typing another message to the Irken. Dib just cracked his head on the counter setting up a spycam in our kitchen. The idiot.
The corner of her mouth continued to twitch despite herself as she watched the tell-tale ellipses pulse at the bottom of the screen before another cartoon Irken appeared, this one laughing maniacally with the words MUHAHAHA! splashed beneath followed by another message.
FELLED BY THE GRAVITY OF THE VERY PLANET HE WISHES TO PROTECT! EVEN THE EARTH ITSELF HATES DIB!
That’s so stupid. She thought to herself, turning away from her brother as he rose shakily to his feet and muttered something about lying down on the couch as a smirk finally broke out across her face. She waved him off with a grunt as her commwatch buzzed again, another message appearing on its screen.
DID ZIM EVER TELL YOU ABOUT THE TIME HE INGENIOUSLY TRAPPED THE DIB IN A CAGE WITH A MONKEY?
Stifling an amused snort, she shot back: I ever tell you about the time I trapped his head in a box and force-fed him stale cereal?
The ellipses at the bottom of the screen returned and Gaz found herself feeling a little surge of uncharacteristic anticipation as she waited for the alien’s next message.
Nothing more than a professional curiosity.... She assured herself as she received the next message - something about forcing Dib to change a whole bunch of diapers or something - and she quickly fired back with her own story of Dib-punishment to one-up the alien. … for an amateur's work.
While it may have been true that Zim and her brother had been butting heads ever since the little, green idiot had landed on this dump of a planet, Gaz had the sibling advantage when it came to acts of Dib abuse - Dibuse - and could clearly match the Irken’s stories with ones of her own. For every time Zim had stuck her brother in a simulation, she had gotten him trapped in a hellish netherworld. The Invader was clearly out of his depths when it came to torment.
Still, it’s cute how hard he tries. She smirked, lifting the soda can to her lips to find only a few errant droplets remaining. Huh, when did I run out of…
She realized she had become more engrossed in their little competition than she had anticipated and hadn’t even noticed she had sat down at the kitchen table to set her soda down and free up her hand to type. Setting the empty can aside with a look of suspicion, she pondered just how it was she had lost track of her actions like that. And then suddenly the memory of last night’s full-contact Super Kicky Fighter tournament came back to her, and she reluctantly realized the reason she had become just so engrossed:
She was having fun. Again.
A part of her was filled with revulsion and the urge to tear the commwatch from her wrist so she could stomp on it until it was nothing but dusty little atoms at the mere thought that it was interaction with another living being bringing forth such enjoyment. Yet another part of her rebelled against that notion with an apathetic resolution of so what? I’m having fun, aren’t I? What’s the big deal! The two opposing sides fighting for control of her psyche as she bit down on her lip - not in a seductive girly way, but as one might when a large, foreign object was forcibly shoved in a place it shouldn’t be - while her free hand tugged at her purple locks in frustration, the urge to bash her head against the table to quiet them both down rising with every millisecond. It was in this chaos and confusion that the little, girly voice she had been trying so hard to suppress all these years spoke up again, with a clarity and authority that Gaz hadn’t been expecting.
It’s because you like-
Guuuuuuuuuuuuuurgle!
Well, whatever it was going to say was thankfully overshadowed by the loud, visceral growling sound of her stomach’s desire for food. Her hunger bringing a sort of clarity, she calmly let go of her hair and looked down at the screen as she came to a conclusion, fingers drumming upon the surface to quickly type out a message.
Hey, is there any Earth food you can actually eat?
She expected him to type out a long-winded message denouncing all human food as filthy, inedible refuse not even fit to feed to whatever the alien equivalent of pigs were, yet was surprised when he only responded with a single word:
CHINESE.
Seriously? She stared at the word for a long moment, briefly wondering the implications of his apparent tolerance for Chinese food before realizing that was probably something Dib would obsess over and quickly banished it from her mind. Probably just the MSG.
Order some. She typed out, heading towards the front door. I’ll be there soon.
“I’m headed out!” She announced, grabbing her jacket as she reached for the doorknob.
“Huh?!” Dib, who had been lying down on the couch with an icepack against his head, sat up with a start. “But, you just got back! And Zim’s still out there! It’s DANGEROUS!”
“WHATEVER!” She shouted back, slamming the door behind her like a petulant adolescent. Growling in indignation at her brother’s apparent attempts to control her. AND stand in between her and food, AGAIN. Stay away from Zim, huh?
Not quite what he had said, but she was hungry and still sore about the pizza. Regardless, it gave her an idea.
You know that picture you had hanging in that bedroom?
YES?
Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, hesitation staying her hand before the decision became a lot easier when she again heard her brother’s voice.
“Gaz, c’mon!” Dib yelled after her, his big head stuck out of the window. “I’m JUST worried about you!”
“I’m just going to go get some Chinese! Jeez!”
“Oh… well, could you get some-”
“Get it yourself!” She shot back as determination filled her and she pounded her fingers on the screen.
You better have that thing replaced with a TV by the time I come over.
That monkey gives me the creeps.