G-A-D-R-Love

Dib laid in his bed with his eyes shut but, not asleep. Dib never really liked sleep and never really got to sleep. He was either up working on a plan to stop Zim or a way to make his head smaller. He gave up on both over the years. Zim didn't care about earth anymore and spent his days trying to conquer his own race. Dib, well, he just started to get attached to his big head. Dib never changed. Same hair and same clothes. He only got ear piercings and a tattoo of the swollen eyeball on the back of his shoulder. As thoughts ran threw his HUGE head then, he heard a loud moan come from the room across from him. He opened one eye. 'Is she okay?'