zadr gomenasai

Zim sighed in frustration. "These blueprints are so complicated! How on Irk am I supposed to build our incubation tube?"
"Oh, we'll figure it out. Here, I'll help you." Dib slid his arms around him and grabbed his hands, extending Zim's finger so that he was pointing at the prints. "See?"
Zim purred and leaned into him. "Okay. Help me."
Dib looked over the alien's shoulder to take a look at the blueprints. "Well, it looks like you use the fork-thing you had earlier and put it in that slot."
"Okay." Zim pulled himself from his grip and got one of his tools out, sticking it into the slot. "Now what?" Dib looked at the papers, then back at him. "Uh..um...I'm not sure what to do next.."
"God dammit!" Zim threw his tools to the ground in a fit of anger. "We'll never get this done!"
"No, don't think like that. We'll only get more stuck if you don't believe we'll pull through."
"Fine." Zim crossed his arms. "I give up."
"What? No! You can't give up now! Come on. We'll get it. Maybe we just need a break."
"We're not going to get this any time soon! Why bother?"
"Zim, quite being a quitter! We got this!"
"No, we don't! We're failing, Dib! At this rate, we'll never get a smeet!"
"So, basically you're going to give up on our smeet because you can't do something. You know you're practically killing the smeet if you don't give birth to it." Dib crossed his arms and stared at him.
"Who said I even wanted a smeet?" He did, but all this hard work was really pissing him off, and Dib wasn't helping.
"You told me you wanted a baby!"
"Well, I don't any more!"
"You ass, you're going to throw away you're own child?"
"No, I just don't want it any more!"
"So you're going to give up on it! That's what you're saying."
"Yeah! Irkens do that all the time. They give they're smeets away to hospitals because they don't want them any more. What do you think happened to me?"
"Wow. I don't even know what to say to you right know." Dib turned away from Zim.
"Good! I've had enough of you're constant chatter."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dib whirled around to face Zim angrily.
"It means you're voice annoys me!"
"If I'm so annoying, why did you fall in love with me, then?"
"Because your adorable and amazing and I love you!" Zim spat, annoyed.
"Oh, yeah, that's very convincing."
Dib strolled in front of Zim and stared down at him with his arms crossed.
"Go away! I'm only working on this because you wanted a smeet so badly."
"What? You asked me for a smeet! You're not making any sense!"
Zim growled and got to his feet. "Oh, so it's illegal for me to change my mind? Have you ever seen a child? They're disgusting!"
"Then why did you want one?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time!"
"Why isn't it a good idea any more!?"
"Because!" Zim growled and grabbed his head in his hands, flustered.
"Because what!?"
"You are so annoying! I'm not even sure if I want to get in bed with you!"
"What are you saying?! You've slept with me tons of times!"
"That's not what I meant! I meant......reproduce with you."
"You were plenty willing when we first got together! You asked me to! I the only reason I said no because we were only twelve!"
"That was then, this is now! Don't you ever shut up!?"
"Not when I'm being insulted and refused what I want! You used to give me everything."
"All you do is take! Mine mine mine! Your so selfish! Have you ever asked what I wanted?!"
"I ask you every day if there's anything you want or need! You're too stubborn to say yes any more!"
"You make me feel so helpless by your constant asking if I need help! You make me feel weak!"
"Weak, huh?! I thought I made you feel like you were flying!?"
"Not any more!"
Dib got a hurt look on his face. "What..what are you saying....? You don't...feel good around me?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying!"
"Fine, then! If you don't love me any more, then I'll just go! And I'll never come back!"
"You'll die without me! Your too vulnerable all alone!"
Dib turned and stormed out of the room and went to his own, packing up his things. He shrugged his full backpack over his shoulder and started to head for his car.
"You'll die! When you come crawling back on you're hands and knees, I'll patch you up!"
"Why bother?! If I'm such a pest!!"
"Because you're mine!"
Zim hissed and lifted his hand. He brought it down hard on Dib's face, growling. "You're mine!"
Blood trickled from the fresh wound on Dib's face; three long, deep scratches ran along his cheek. Dib stared wide-eyed at him, then his eyes filled up with tears. He turned and ran out of the house.
"Good riddance!" Zim shouted from the door as he watched Dib run into his car and drive off. "You'll be back!"
Zim nodded and stomped back into his base, Dib's red blood dripping off his rubbery glove. "You'll be back at my doorstep in less than a day! You'll be back!"