Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

Gaz Membrane made her way down the sidewalk, cursing and mumbling under her breath in frustration. She had managed to get herself into a fight once Skool let out for the day, which wasn’t too big of a deal. What was a big deal, however, was that that little punk Sarah actually managed to do some damage on her.

She looked down at her legs as she walked, leering at the tear in her tights and her bloodied knee. So pathetic. How in the world did Sarah manage to do that? Gaz was supposed to be untouchable! She had the reputation of being Dib’s Scary Sister, and she wore it like a badge of honor. But now? Now she felt like a worthless worm.

She’d get her revenge. She’d rather die than let someone get the best of her.

As she approached her home, Gaz let out a frustrated sigh. Well, this wound wasn’t gonna clean itself. Unlocking the door, she stepped in, tossing her school bag to the side.

Oh no.. here come the tears.. Zim would like to think he's a rather stern owner, but any time Gir cried,, he somehow managed to melt whatever was close enough to a heart the Invader had.

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“Awww,” Gir’s face softened with childlike sadness, Santa hat over his little doggie suit.

“But why master? There’s so much foood and candyyyy and siiingiiiing and lots and lots of presents!! And everyone’s happy!!!”

“Son, I think this year you’re finally old enough to help me put out the anti-Santa lawn ornaments!”

“Don’t worry about unpacking them from storage! The boxes are already out! I just need to set them up with your help!”

There were nutcrackers, reindeer, candycanes, a snowman, you name it. The lawn was going to be positively littered with decorations once Membrane was done! And every single one of them had Santa-seeking weapons hidden inside them! He’d tuned them in to Santa’s frequency so they wouldn’t ever disturb any normal person coming to their door!

“Yes, Dib, this may be the year I finally get Santa back for his grievous error when I was a child!”

“Ah-” Membrane took the paper and pulled a pen from his pocket. He glanced over the folded sheet, initially not giving it a second thought. But the paper folded up a little when he moved it to the table to sign it and a sea of red marks was uncovered.

So was the bad grade.

“My own son? With a failing grade?” He asked, staring down at the paper. “HAH! This must be a mistake! You have my brains! There’s no way you could have possibly failed!”

But as he looked over the answers it became clear that he had failed. Dib had scribbled answers in so fast, some of them weren’t even legible. It was like he hadn’t even tried at all.

Membrane turned his gaze to Dib.

It wasn’t typical of Membrane to notice his children right away; his mind was usually elsewhere as were his eyes. He was almost always paying more attention to the voices piping into his ears via his headset and reading the live feed of data on the inside of his goggles’ HUD. But tonight? Tonight he was ignoring it to fix Foodio. His children deserved the best and most nutritious meals ever! Only the best for the world’s best humans!