That was the sound of a very exhausted and physically ill irken as he drug his form over to the couch.
“Gir. Move. My couch now.” Was all that was said to his little robot companion before the tiny thing hopped off the couch and Zim promptly fell onto it with a pained cough.
“Aww.. Is you not feeling good Master??” Gir asked as he walked back over to the other and gave him a small pat on the head.
Zim didn’t answer him. Just buried his face into the cushion with another cough.
The sound of the doorbell, followed by a few hard knocks at the door, stopped Zim in whatever he was saying, and with an annoyed groan, he went to grab a blanket from off the side of the sofa and simply hide himself under it.
“Gir… Go answer the door.”
Gir ran over to the door, stopping briefly to put his disguise on, before he finally opened the door and peeked out.
The tiny thing now looked up, and upon seeing Dib there, he gave a tiny gasp.