Prize

Zim scooped the giggling robot into his arms and began walking home. Dib had once again tried (and failed) to get information from Gir's memory chip. In hindsight, he shouldn't have put it there to begin with, but after a few kidnappings he came to realize that it was useless anyway. Gir only remembered how long it took to heat a burrito and what time The Scary Monkey Show came on. Still, Zim did notlike the verbal assault on his servant. Dib was much less patient with Gir, and often Zim would walk in on the scene to find the boy yelling at the robot. Gir seemed completely unfazed by his words, but Zim was selfish. Only he was allowed to speak in such harsh tongues to him–as his lord and master, it was his right! Dib had no place demanding things of him, and after every effortless rescue, he'd tuck the wiggling robot under his arm and smile to himself as they headed home. Every time he took him back it was an assertion of his dominance, and having Gir back was just the icing on the cake.

One of many drabbles of my favorite pairings, courtesy of a random word generator