I was sitting on the sofa at my parents house back on irk. I was thinking about the time I spent on earth. My parents were out at a meeting. For some reason, a name popped up in my head. Zim. Zim? Why should I remember him. He was a jerk. But here i am now. 2 years later. 2 years older. And I'm sat on my bedside cabinet waiting for Zim to return home. I upendo him. GIR and mimi are out children robots- we treat them like kids-they are very spoilt indeed. Well here is our story about our relationship.
I'm a irken invader, as is zim. We worked together, not that we enjoyed it- but we had no choice....
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