Deep in the bowls of the castle - which is to say, in a rather large and unusual room on the second floor - there came an almighty crash, as a small metallic robot fell from the roof into a little metal pile on the stone floor. How he managed this after spending several months as a large kernel of popcorn in an unbreakable glass case is unknown.
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"Dear sweet Jeebus, it's one'a them cyborgs!" Tenna chose to yelp aloud, eyes wide and fixated on the small, metal thing in front of her. Why she was down by the popcorn room, she didn't quite kn... Okay, she'd been trying to steal a piece of popcorn. They were so big! And fluffy! But seriously. Robot. Way more interesting than snack food. "Cyborgs taste like monkeys you say? How peculi-fuckin'-lar!"
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"Cyborg!" GIR screamed. His eyes and the panel on his chest glowed red; he raised his arms above his head and flew upwards into the air, spinning and making various combat-style poses before landing, with a soft thump, on Tenna's head.
His eyes were blue again.
"One day I'm gonna taste like a burrito! Burriiiiiiitoooo!" Tenna's head was smaller than Zim's, and MUCH smaller than Dib's (of course), so GIR sat with his legs danging in front of Tenna's face rather than curling up comfortably. He leaned forward and down to look at her. "And I got a piggy!" The malfunctioning SIR unit pulled a rubber piggy from his head (he'd taken out various chips and wires to make room for it! Yay!) and squeaked it in Tenna's general direction.
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...Read a documentary? What?
Wait. It was on her head. THERE WAS A ROBOT RATHER ON HER HEAD.
Neat!
Naturally, the pig being dangled in front of Tenna's face made her automatically squeak back, in recognition. "Squeak," she said quite seriously to the pig. And then, much louder, and more of a screech, "THING WHAT SQUEEEEEAKS." Oh, this was a perfect, perfect moment. She instantly whipped out Spooky, giggling hysterically and squeaking him like nobody's business. "They can be FRIIIEENNNDDS."
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"Whatsit called? Whatsit callllled?" GIR demanded. "My piggy's called..." he trailed off, thinking hard for a few minutes. "PIGGY!"
Suddenly, GIR remembered that he wasn't supposed to talk in fron of humans. The fact that he was BLATANTLY a robot, without even his green doggy disguise on, didn't cross his mind. "... MIAOW."
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...Did the robot just meow at her? Was it a robot? Or a cat? Suddenly she didn't know! Oh, God! That was confusing! Was this newfound Robot/Cat/Creature like the neighbor lady's cat? With acid for blood? Please say it didn't have acid for blood. "DON'T BLEED ON ME, I LIKE MY FAAAACCCEEEE," she cried without outward prompt, grabbing at GIR (and consequently squashing Spooky with an overzealous SQUEEEAK against the side of his head) and holding the robot out as far in front of her as she could manage.
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He did it again. SQUEEK. Hee!
He did it again. This time, he squeezed the piggy at the same time.
DOUBLE-SQUEEK!
"I like Spooky," GIR decided, completely forgetting that he wasn't speaking like a human to humans right now. "Spooky can fight allll the bad guys with the squirrel. And then we'll all have cupcakes! I like faces too," he adds.
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"And Spooky likes yooouuuu," she said in a long, drawn-out voice, one that was extremely pleased with this small, robot child. "In fact. He fights squirrels often." He did. He was SuperSpook, the thing what squeaks. At squirrels. "Where are the squirrels? Are they ni~inja squirrels!?" she demanded in a fervent voice, eyes pointedly boring into GIR's. Faces were fun.
"And what KIND of cupcakes, eh? Eh?"
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But then a look of shock! "The squirrel is my friend. He ate up Dib's greasy head and we ate waffles and went to see movies!" Somehow, tears well up in GIR's electronic eyes. "I loveded the squirrel!" Not as much as he loveded the piggy, of course.
Duh.
"But maybe it WAS a ninja squirrel. NINJAAA." Thoughtfully, GIR squished his head against Spooky again. SQUEEK. Hee.
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He just said they would fight the squirrel! God, indecisive robot thing. "Di-buh?" she sounded Dib's name out slowly, cocking an eyebrow. "Waffles? At the movies? Cheese 'n rice, your movie theaters rock, little cyborg. How peculiar." She blinked at him contemplatively. "Aww, don't cry. Squirrels can be friends! I RESEMBLE A SQUIRREL, I DO."
Okay, not really. She could pretend.
She could also pretend to be a ninja, and that was what she promptly proceeded to do, one of GIR's arms in a fist, waved haphazardly behind her, as the other jabbed into the air in some sort of vague, ninja pose. "SHWAAAAA."
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"Can I have mashed po-TAY-toes?"
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"MASHED PAH-TAY-TERS?" she crooned aloud, eyes wide and staring for a brief few seconds. "YOU DARE TO ASK FOR THE MASHED POTATOES?!" She looked a thing of rage, and smushed Spooky in GIR's face again, eyes still wide and glaring. And then, you know, switched automatically back into Tenna again, grinning. "Okay!"
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(This fact, although horrifying, was entirely true. GIR knew of ninjas. GIR knew of soldiers. GIR knew of the Slaughtering Rat People of planet Blorch and the terrifying mutating baby-people of Nhar-Gh'ok, but somehow - somehow - he had missed the hype of Pirates of the Caribbean. For someone who watched so much TV, this was rather impressive.)
"I'll make the muffins!" he added. You couldn't have mashed potatoes without muffins, after all.
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"You must be educated! Small robot child!" she announced aloud, and waved her arms in her very best imitation of a windmill. "But muffins! Yay muffins! I concur with that statement whole-heartedly! Muffins and mashed POTAYTOES it is."
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