(no subject)
Dib has a problem.
The problem being that, outside of Milliways, all of the data he has collected on the place and the people in it (except for the few little notes he's taken by hand, and it's not like those constitute proof of any kind!) become scrambled, damaged and unreadable.
Once he's back in the bar, of course, it's all fine, but that doesn't do him any good back home.
So he can be seen, frowning over his laptop, trying to figure out what's wrong.
He's fairly certain it's somehow Zim's fault.
He'd be wrong, but that doesn't stop him from thiking so.
The problem being that, outside of Milliways, all of the data he has collected on the place and the people in it (except for the few little notes he's taken by hand, and it's not like those constitute proof of any kind!) become scrambled, damaged and unreadable.
Once he's back in the bar, of course, it's all fine, but that doesn't do him any good back home.
So he can be seen, frowning over his laptop, trying to figure out what's wrong.
He's fairly certain it's somehow Zim's fault.
He'd be wrong, but that doesn't stop him from thiking so.