|My Amazing Work|
plushie-sized zim ZADR Dib started as someone pounded on his door. He yawned and stood up to open it, stretching; no sleep, stayed up all night trying to figure out Zim's latest evil plans. He still had no clue what the alien was plotting, but he did see an interesting conversation between Zim and his robot. Zim was complaining about Gir's lack of paying attention and ranting on and on about how what a terrible robot he was. Then he said he was going to do something about it, and left the room.plushie-sized zim ZADR by 4-3-2-fuckyou
He pulled opened the door and nearly had a heart attack; Gir was there, with a very, very tiny Zim standing on the palm of his hand, shouting in a very squeaky voice, "Good, Gir!"
"Zim?! What the hell happened to you?"
"Let me come in, I can explain! Gir, go into the house."
Gir ignored him and instead held him to his face, smiling.
"Gir, I said-"
He yelped as Gir squeezed him tightly; the robot laughed.
"Master's so cute when he's tiny! Tiny master!"
He flew him around