I'm Not Crazy (ZaDR)

6

“ZIM!”

Zim turned around to see Dib standing behind him with a smile. 

Zim smiled back. “I thought you weren’t going to make it Dib-Stink! I guess I can count on you for something.” Zim tilted his head to the side, looking at some machine Dib had in his hands. “What’s that supposed to be?”

Dib held it to the light. It looked like a small screw. “Something that’s sure to ruin whatever trick you’ve got up your sleeve!”

Zim laughed. “That small thing? How are you supposed to defeat me with that small screw? It’s so… small.”

Dib widely grinned. “You underestimate my father’s technology.”

“Whatever technology you humans have will always be inferior to Irken tech.” Zim said. “With that said, witness true Irken technology.” 

Zim pointed behind him. Dib looked. It was Zim’s house. “Your… house?”

Zim turned to look. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like, “Girl.”

“You’re house is a gir--?” Dib began to ask, but before he could finish, the ground began to shake. He was swept off his feet and landed on the ground.

Zim’s house seemed to crumble before their very eyes. For a moment it was only a giant cloud of dirt, then there was something. Something huge. It looked like…

Dib gasped, his eyes were glued onto the once-tiny, stupid robot. 

“Behold, B. GIR!” Zim announced. 

Dib stood up and wiped the dirt from his pants before looking back up. The dirt cloud was gone, and a giant GIR was all that Dib could see. Or about up to it’s torso.

“What’s it gonna do? Step on me?” Dib asked.

Zim shrugged. “I mean, yeah. That’s the plan.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Dib asked, looking past GIR’s huge leg to look at Zim.

“Yeah, no, not really.” Zim said.

Dib swallowed. The ground shook again, and Dib looked up to see GIR’s foot hovering over his head.

“Well, Fuck.”