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It was another normal urth day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining…the horrible urth sun. ZiM Is walking home on this hellish of a hot day. The humans are acting like nothing is happening but it's so so SO hot. He can barely think straight as he walks down the sidewalk. Then he sees his least favorite human. Dib.
“ZiM! You haven't almost exploded something in a week! What are you planning!”
ZiM doesn't have the energy to care. He just wants to go home and get air conditioning. He just stands still, completely out of it, in front of Dib.
“ZiM!”
“Oh huh say that again”
“WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING”
ZiM squints his eyes for a second trying to see better in front of him but the heat is getting to him.
“There is no plannings happening stink-beast! And if there were it would be NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” ZiM tries shouting, his words slurred, but he is starting to get dizzy from the heat. He stumbles as he tries to get away from Dib, who continues to follow him.
“Lier! Something is going on! You won't get away with it! I'm always watching. You hear me?”
Truthfully, not really. ZiM feels like he might collapse. Stupid urth conditions and sun and….humans…urth…stinky…bees..
He feels his legs giving out as he collapses on the sidewalk. Hitting his head and blacking out.
“ZiM? Hello? ZiM? ZIM!”
…
He starts gaining consciousness again and wakes up to... not burning skin? And both his eyeballs? He sits up looking around… back in his base. Huh. How did he… he leans forward to sit up, and an ice pack falls off his head. His contacts are still in, but his wig is off. He sits up and stands up off the couch.
“GIR! WHERE ARE YOU?!”
He gets his answer from the squealing in the bathroom. ZiM assumes he's most likely in the bathroom sink. He can probably fix whatever gir broke later.
“COMPUTER! Tell ZiM what happened!!”
“Do you want the past hour?”
“Yes, that shall suffice. GIVE IT TO ZIM.”
“Well first-”
“GIVE IT TO ZIM!!!!”
The computer sighs having some words he wants to say to ZiM but his program would never let him.
“Well first that big-headed kid came in-”
“DIB STINK??? Show me the camera footage!”
“Sigh. you could have just asked for that first.” The TVs come down from the ceiling.
“Did you just say sigh out loud? Anyways…show ZiM the footage!”
The camera feed glitches out before showing him what happened.
…
“Stupid..heavy…irken!” Dib is carrying ZiM to the door, struggling not to drop him. Surprisingly hes not dragging ZiM on the floor. “ZiM’s Computer can you open the door for me, please?” He stands there for a second waiting patiently for a response.
“Only because you asked nicely.”
The door opens and Dib carries ZiM to the couch, struggling to not drop him. He sets him down on the couch trying not to put his pak underneath his weight.
“I think he passed out because of the heat…i mean its pretty hot but not hot enough for someone to pass out! Is that one of ZiMs weaknesses- no no not right now how do i get him back not dead-ish” He paces back and forth thinking before stopping and looking at ZiMs passed out body.
“Sigh, why am I doing this, ZiMs Computer, do you have an ice pack? One that wont get water on him?” There is no verbal response but a claw comes from the ceiling holding an ice pack. Dib walks over to ZiM and puts the ice pack on his head.
“Do you have any fans or something? ZiMs Computer?”
“FINE”
A fan drops from the ceiling, almost falling on Dib, but he doges from instinct. “JESUS UH could you not throw it at me next time?”
The computer just groans in annoyance. Dib finds a place to plug in the fan and puts it near ZiM, he turns it on to the high setting. He sighs and backs up to make sure everything is fine.
“Computer do not tell anyone I was here. Especially ZiM.” Dib grabs his coat and walks out the door.
“Yeah duh why would I ever do that?”
…
“So now I am here telling you everything.”
ZiM stares at the footage dumb founded for about a minute before the computer takes the screens away and snaps him out of it.
“So he didn't poison me? Or put cameras up? Or do anything annoying?”
“Nope.”
ZiM tries wrapping his head around what just happened but settles on pushing away the uncomfortable (or comfortable he can't tell) thoughts and chooses to just go to his lab. He will push it back like everytime Dib does something nice. But that will eventually pile up.
“Oh. Ok. ZiM will just… Go down to his lab. Computer we will NEVER speak of this again.”
He slowly walks over to the trashcan still in deep thought, ignoring GIR covered in… Substances.