Chapter 11 - Near Death experiment

Struggling to pull himself up the tree, Zim Grabbed at the trunk as some of loose bark came tumbling down into his eyes.

Screeching from the pain, Zim let go of the tree as his hands immediately flew towards his now watery eyes.


Shutting his eyes, Zim fell back a bit as his mechanical legs desperately clawed at the gigantic tree trunk and branches.  Clinging to the loose branch with his mechanical legs, Zim pulled himself up as it suddenly gave way due to the extra
weight it had been holding. Forcing his eyes open, Zim Glanced for another branch as he began to fall towards the ground. Swaying his body
towards the nearest tree branch, Zim reached his Spider like legs out towards the branch as he clung to it for dear life.

Breathing in quietly, Zim whipped his Tinder forehead as he Looked Up at the never ending branches of the tree. Jumping from branch to branch, Zim occasionally used his mechanical legs as he began to near his helpless looking Sir unit.
Sitting On a branch nearest to Gir, Zim reached out as far as he could without Aggravating the unsteady Branch that Gir had slipped on.

Accidentally knocking Gir off of the branch, Zim pulled his mechanical legs in with surprise as Gir landed on an
even more unsteady branch. Grumbling, Zim Laid flat on his stomach as he struggled to reach the sickening sight of Gir. Bending down lower, Zim nearly touched the tip of Gir’s dress with his fingertips as he felt his body helplessly swaying forwards. Grabbing Gir at the last second, Zim fell uncomfortably to the ground with the Injured Gir in his arms.

Walking silently Home, Zim examined the slits in Gir’s suit as it’s exposed his true Robotic form from underneath.
Rubbing his forefingers against Gir’s now rusted Body, Zim glared deep in thought as he bumped into a nearby telephone pole unerringly. Looking up and hissing at the inanimate pole, Zim began to storm away when the Horrifying glimpse of Purple and torn
ribbons caught his eye.

Stopping in his tracks, Zim Pulled at the knotted Ribbons tied tightly around Gir’s Black ears, but soon gave up and
 ripped the disgraceful dress off of his Sir.
Glaring nastily at the ribbons, Zim ignored it as the need to hurry home began to take its place.

Bursting inside and past a startled looking Mini moose,
Zim headed towards the trashcan as he hopped inside and felt himself being lowered down to his lower chambers.
Plopping Gir on a Tool covered table, Zim Dung into his pockets as he quickly dumped all Girs spare parts against the counter.

Pulling the green Dog suit off of Gir, Zim began to screw Gir back together when something struck him, how was
 he going to get that Tool out of Girs head. Shaking the mind babbling thought out of his head, Zim Fixed Gir up as best as he could. After some time pasted, Zim began to get impatience as he yelled for his computer to report to him.“Computer, how long have I been Fixing Gir?” asked the exhausted Zim.

“It’s been 18 hour and 2 seconds,” reported Zims computer.Staring blankly at the wall, Zim blinked hastily as he pulled his protective goggles back down and chipped away
 the last Bit of rust Off of Gir.

Slumping to the f
loor, Zim Pulled himself up as he Leaned over the body of Gir.

“He should have woken up by now,” whispered Zim, “Better check his Life clock”
Getting closer to Gir’s head, Zim drew back as the memory of the thing within Gir began to overwhelm him.

Luckily before Zim could do anything else, Gir sat up as his eyes glittered their old familiar shade of Blue.
Walking to an elevator, Zim turned around as Gir looked sternly at the ground and crouched down while attempting to jump.
Rolling his eyes as Gir fell face first to the ground, Zim ordered Gir to hurry up as Gir quickly stood up and saluted.

Walking into the living room, Zim halted as Gir caught up to his side.
Staring at a teary eyed Mini moose with a damp tissue in his hand, Zim glanced at the TV as he noticed
it had that STOO-PID human kissing ritual that Mini moose and Gir watched ever so often.

Walking out of the room, Zim began to think of his plans to eliminate the thing within Gir when something hit the back of his heel.
Looking down, Zim groaned as he realized Gir was following him.

“GIR, Go watch that TV with Mini moose and stop bumping into me!” shrieked Zim.

Saluting and mouthing the words Yes Sir, the blue eyed Gir ran back into the TV Den as Zim disappeared out of his view.

Jumping on the couch and sliding backwards, Gir glanced down as a box of tissues hovered over his lap.
“Squeak,” asked Mini
 moose who normally gave Gir a tissue Due to their nonstop crying due to the Soap opera.Nodding his head in a no gesture, Gir Shoved the box gently back towards Mini moose who was giving him odd glares.

As the time began to tick away, Zim made his way back into the
TV den to check up on things when a worried Mini and
unconscious Gir laid on the couch.

Not taking any notice of Girs sudden lack of life, Zim walked past Mini as he
began to squeak terrified comments and commands.
Thinking that Gir was just having a black out, Zim was about to head
outside when an odd feeling began
to tighten within his Squeedly Spooch.

Nearing Gir, Zim leaped over towards him as he began to get angry, “Gir, stop playing and Get up, Zim orders
you to get up”
Not getting a response Zim lowered his shouts as he curiously pulled Gir up towards his face.

Forgetting about the blunt object within Gir, Zim opened Girs head as he pulled a digital watch out as it read 0.Freaking out, Zim began to shake the clock as he scurried down to the base Gir and all within his arms.

“There must be a watch here that could replace Girs life clock temporally until I Fix it,” gasped Zim while
 pulling an old looking clock
out of the Earthly junk he had collected.
Swamping the high techs watch with the
older wind up watch, Zim licked his lips nervously as he screwed in the last wire into the
 replacement clock.

Sighing, Zim let his breath out as the clock began to tick which proved Gir was still alive.
Glancing down at the Irken
made Clock; Zim began to examine it when he noticed it was missing a couple of digit slots.

“I better inform the Tallest
about this, no Sir units life clock should be left with 6 digits missing!” Zim said to himself without really realizing it.

Stuffing the clock inside his pocket and glancing at mini moose, Zim began to listen to Mini moose’s
 observations as Mini
mentioned an antique worker down the street

Picking Gir up and
dressing him in his awful Child outfit,
Zim began to walk towards the antique store while he occasionally
had to stop and wind up Girs Life clock every
time it decided to discontinue.

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