GIR: [wakes up, screaming] ! [pant, pant] Master! Master, I had a bad dream!

[GIR jumps off of the table he was sleeping on and runs to Zim, who is busy duct-taping a burrito to a kitten.]

ZIM: Hmmmm.
GIR: Master, I had a bad dream! Can I sleep with you tonight?
ZIM: Ehhhh? What is this "sleep"? Have you picked up another filthy human Earth habit again? Geez.
GIR: I'm sorry. Ooh, wassat?
ZIM: Sigh. Sometimes, GIR, I wonder what you'd do without me. Now! Back to my mexicat.
GIR: [falls over; snores]