Confusion

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Zim and Dib are now sitting on the sofa as Zim rubs the sides of his eyes with his fingers. He looks up at Zar, who is standing infront of him, and gives a long heavy sigh.

"So you are telling Zim that the Tallest never gave you a Sir, and you want me to build you one now because...?" Zim Motions his hand to Zar to speak.

"Because I've been busy lately and having a little robot to help me would be very helpful at the moment, the computer is getting sick of me constantly asking for it." She rocks back and forth on her tippy toes to the heel of her foot.

"Maybe if you could explain to Zim what is taking so much of your time and energy that me making another Sir would be beneficial. I mean why can't you use Gir? He's helped Zim since the very beginning and is the best of the best!"

Zar moves her eyes to where Gir is now, in the kitchen, and how he is attempting to make pancakes. Expect he made a mess everywhere and the pancake batter is on the floor as he rolls around in it as if he is attempting to smooth it out like he became the rolling pin. He is not a rolling pin, but a little robot that has a loose screw. Zar looks back at Zim with her non-existing eyebrows looking up like Zim was crazy.

"Ok fine, he isn't up to the highest standards, but he is reliable when he really needs to be." Zim huffed.

"Yes but that's because he is your robot! I want one of my own, one that will be with me forever, just like how Gir is with you!" She leans in almost begging him.

"Why can't you just make one yourself?" Dib asks.

"I'm not good with building technology. Anything I make is almost always going to explode if no one is there to help me." She looks to the side hugging herself.

"That is not Irkenly possible! Every Irken knows how to build a type of electrical device, even if it's small! What about that electrical book, or that tape recorder that you always carry around in your pak?!" Zim stands up with his pak legs.

"I didn't make those! Someone close to me made those years ago! He was the only one to ever truly understand how much peace meant to me..." she puts her hand over where her heart should be.

Zim thinks for a minute and gives a heavy sigh. "Fine, Zim will make you a Sir, but only under one condition. You are going to have to show me what was so serious, that you needed a robot to build it." Zim holds out his hand.

Zar takes it and nods her head in agreement.

Zim was pulled down close to Dib's face as stars appeared in his eyes, "can I help?!"

Zim pushes him away with his hand, "oh please, what could you do besides get in Zim's way! Plus, why would Zim have his greatest enemy learn how to build with Irken technology!" Zim goes to the trashcan while Dib followed.

"Well I mean, what if we go into space and some evil alien with a big spaceship comes and attacks us and you somehow got hurt enough to where you couldn't fix your ship and you were on the brink of death? It would be helpful for me to know then right?"

Zim looked either amazed at how Dib was able to come up with such a story that was obviously never going to happen, or he looked worried for his safety just a little more. In the end, he moved to the side to allow Dib to go down first. Dib didn't wait any longer and hurried to the trashcan before Zim could change his mind. Zim looked over to Gir and saw the mess he made in the kitchen. He grabbed the little robot before telling him a command.

"Gir, Zim needs you to be in the lab this time so I can copy how the tallest made you, but you are going to have to sit very still. If you don't then Zim will have no choice but to power you down until I finish making another Sir, got it?" Zim hold Gir's hand as they walked to the trashcan and zipped down into his lab.

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