Dib, frowning: What are you doing?
Zim, pushing box tied up in cloth further into the room: Lunch.
Dib, raising an eyebrow: ā¦ what?
Zim, pushing it further in: I got you lunch. Itās lunch. For you to eat. Itās for you. Got it for you. Itās a lunch.
Dib, a bit tense: Uh, you already got me sandwiches for the whole week, Iām set.
Zim, retracting the PAK leg, antennae peeking over windowsill: The week is up, I know youāre all out of sandwiches.
Dib, sighing, trying to ignore the faster beating of his heart: Look, I donāt need this, I can feed myself.
Zim snorts loudly: Good joke, human. I know you. You suck at taking care of yourself.
Dib, miffed: Well I can! Iāll get my own food from now on, you donāt need to get me anything else.
Zim, peering over the windowsill at him: You got any monies left to buy food with?
Dib, biting his lips: ā¦.noā¦
Zim, getting a PAK leg out to push lunch further into the room: Then for now this is all you have.
Dib, blushing will embarrassment: Look it doesnāt matter if I donāt have money right now, itās happened before, Iāve dealt with it! I donāt need your offerings, I know you and I know youāre not doing this out of the goodness of your heart.
Zim, staring intensely at him: How can you be so sure?
Dib, raising eyebrows, almost offended: Zim! You donāt have a heart! You literally canāt do anything out of the goodness of it!
Zim, grumbling, antennae dropping: Iāmā¦ I donāt wanna fight you when youāre so weak youāre close to passing out just by climbing one of my machines. Thatās no fun.
Dib, defensive: That was one time.
Zim: It was at least three times.
Dib, dismissive: Who cares? I still kick your ass every time! What kinda dumbass wants their enemy to become stronger when they canāt even beat them when theyāre weak!
Zim, blushing, defensive: I am an Irken Invader, Dib! Weāre a proud race! Iām not gonna be agreeing to fight a weaker version of a great adversary, whereās the glory in that?
Dib, chuckling: Thatās an unexpectedly honorable take on it, considering how many times you didnāt hesitate to stab me in the back.
Zim, grunting: You always stabbed first. I was just making things even.
Dib, angry: Oh, so Iām the bad guy now! Well excuse me for not playing fair when THE FATE OF MY WHOLE PLANET RESTS ON ME STOPPING YOU BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!
Zim, hearing yelling and wanting to yell as well: HOW ARE YOU GONNA DO THAT IF YOUāRE CRUMBLING ON THE SPOT FOR LACK OF ENERGY?! GET THE STUPID FOOD AND SHUT UP, YOU FOOLISH HUMAN!!
Dib, sighing, glancing at the box on the floor: What is this really about, Zim? You know Iām not eating anything you dare lace with drugs, you know I have ways to detect it.
Zim, calming down: I know. I havenāt laced any of the food Iāve given you so far, did I?
Dib, lips pressed in distrust: What then? are you trying to fatten me up like a pig for the slaughter?
Zim, chuckling: Heh, maybe. I sure could go for some bacon right about now.
Dib, blushing, taken by surprise: Uhā¦you canāt eat meat, whatā¦ what?ā¦
Zim, blushing also: Thereās such a thing as candied bacon.
Dib, eyebrows raised: Wait, there is?
Zim, smiling: Yeah, found a recipe for it the other day.
Dib, sneaking a look at the box: Iā¦is there candied bacon in there?
Zim just chuckles once more and leaves, scaling up the building walls and leaving through the rooftops.
Dib, staring at the box again:ā¦.š
Follow up to this, can this be called progress?
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