Because I felt like it.

We all know that Dib doesn't really have any friends. D: Poor Dibbers. Let's cry for him.

Deesclamorr: I don't own Zim or Dib. But I own Zim's squeedlyspooch. Don't ask me how. -shifty eyes-

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"...Dib?"

"What?"

"Why are you sitting with me? WHY?!"

"...I don't have to answer that question."

"Well, why not? It was a perceptive question and Zim...ZIM DEMANDS AN ANSWER!"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Why not?"

"I can think of many reasons why not."

"Oh, FINE. Stinking humans...YOU'RE ALL ASKING TO BE DES--"

"Fine!"

"What?"

"It's because I don't have any friends. There, I said it--oh, what now, Zim?"

"...pff...ha...WAHAHAHAHAHAAAA...y-you...you're such a LOSER, Dib!"

"...Yeah, well, I don't see anyone hanging around YOU."

"...-snort- That's because I...do not wish to...intercommune with your race!"

"...At least I had a competent reason."

"You still don't have any friends."

"And neither do you, alien. So shut up and eat your sandwich."