Dib just got home, exhausted from chasing Zim and foiling his latest scheme.

"Hey! Where were you?" Gazline called out, not looking up from her game, "Dad was looking for you, we're going out to eat!"

Dib went to the kitchen to get water; his face was bruised and his glasses were a bit broken. He had a little tear on his coat, and he was limping slightly. "Gaz, I was trying to stop Zim again! I'm the only person who—"

"'Who cares enough to stop him', yeah yeah." Gazline, or Gaz, interrupted.

"Tell Dad that I'm not hungry, and that you guys can go without me." Dib said, after he drank his water.

"Alright, your loss."

Dib opened his door and walked in, he looked at the time. 'Oh, it's 7:24' Dib thought while he flopped on his bed.

'Man, Zim's actually getting a bit better...' he turned on his side and shook his head, 'This is a bad thing, I know his ego's gonna slow him down, so I'll take advantage of that.'

Dib yawned, 'I haven't eaten anything yet... but I'm so tired..'

Dib didn't finish the thought, he knocked out while still in his clothes, and didn't bandage the bruises.

(Sorry that this isn't long, I promise the next chapter is coming soon)