Feb 23, 2004 22:19
"Now, Dib. I leave you to your... em.." -Zim
"Moosey fate, say moosey fate!" -GIR
"Your moosey fate." -Zim
"Now...witness the power of my compass!" -Zim
*compass attaches to GIR's stomach*
"Awww, it likes me!" -GIR
"What happened? How did you run out of fuel so quickly?" -Zim
"I emptied it out." -Gir
"You emptied it? Why!?" -Zim
"To make room for the tuna." -Gir