Pins-Needles-and-Syringes-Ch-5

Pins-Needles-and-Syringes-Ch-5
Dib's plan was simple, to him at the very lest. . . He planned on making Zim dependent on him, so he would eventually take place as his Tallest. He knew Zim had been thrown away by his actual Tallest, and now he needed a leader, and that's just what Dib intended to be.
Dib knew his plan was brilliant, and completely full proof. He knew once he had Zim, the possibilities were endless, from simply having a slave, to having everything he could ever want. All he would have to do is tell Zim to do it, and he would.
Dib had tested this, once Zim was trusted enough to be off the chains, and mobile. He had let him off since he knew he wouldn't just run off, and because he had gained weight that Dib knew he could stand to lose. Sure enough Zim didn't run away, but he didn't lose that extra weight either, but that didn't bother either of them at the time.
Now Zim was constantly running errands for Dib, mindset made for serving, and now he finally had someone to serve. He didn't see anything wrong with this new arrangement, not even a whole month later.
Dib had now taken residence in Zim's base, and was sitting on the couch with him, watching Mysterious Mysteries of Strange Mystery, acting like it was normal, acting like Zim's friend.
Deep down Dib did like, maybe even love Zim, but he wasn't aware of this, no, he though he hated him, he thought this was revenge.
Zim didn't see the difference, not noticing that Dib had still mixed emotions about him, that Dib was just doing this for his own benefit.
"Zim dear, please go get me some pizza." Dib ordered in his sweetest tone.
Zim nodded and stood, "Yes Dib-Tallest, right away sir!" With that he left Dib.
Dib chuckled and sat back, soon being joined by GIR who sat on his lap. Dib didn't mind, being fond of the little robot, who couldn't have an angry bone in his little metal body.
GIR smiled up at him, "Mastah real happy!" 
Dib nodded, "Yeah. . ."
GIR giggled, "Mastah likes yew Mary!"
Dib looked down at the robot, "I know GIR, I know. . ."
GIR smiled innocently, "Do you like mastah?"
Dib never answered him that night, instead after his show was off, he forgot about the pizza and went to bed.