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Zim come in slowly to the Dib's room
Zim: Hello Dumb Dib.
Your lil' sister said me you are dying.
Dib: Oh, Serously? Well, whatever, it don't help me.
Zim: What we do for help you????
Dib: Mmmm... Maybe... Say nice things about me
Zim: Stinky Dib... You look so stinky.
Dib: ... Come on, guys!!
Gir: You looks like a pitbull!!! *Laughs*
Dib: That don't help.
Gaz: You have a big brain, bro.
Dib: Aawww thanks... But that means other thing...
Gir: Your head looks like a beach's ball!!!
Dib: Hey!!! It is lie! My head has a perfect size.
Zim: Your gone after this?
Dib: Of course.