Of War and Tacos

[Gir]

"I'm Gir." the robot replied. That's what he called himself ever since he was activated again. Everyone else was a Sir unit. Not that Gir would recall what the other robots were called anyways. After all, he only had gum and other trash for a brain.

[Blitzwing]

Gir? What a strange designation. "Blitzwing," he said simply, offering a purple-banded, battle-damaged servo for the tiny robot to shake. Normally, he would classify robots like Gir as "unworthy" but it had been so long since he had interacted with another cybertronic creature, he didn't really care.

[Gir]

It took Gir a while to acknowledge that the robot was wanting him to do something. His black fabric covered hand took Blitzwing's and a strange smile covered Gir's face. "Master would love you more than me." the robot commented. "I already do."

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing scoffed as Gir shook his servo. "Please. I have no master!" Not anymore, at least. "And you already... what?"

[Gir]

Maybe Gir was a bit too loving. "I love waffles." he said to change the subject. Of course, he didn't mean to change it like that. That's just how he was. With his human food obsession and pig obsession.

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing tilted his head. "How can you eat so much organic food? Doesn't zhat hurt you?"

[Gir]

How could Gir eat organic food? Well, he wasn't sure of that. "I don't know. But Master hates it when I make it for him." he said. Zim couldn't eat meat, and he hated it when Gir made him waffles.

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing raised an optic ridge. "Just who is zhis master of yours?" A machine should not have a master. Machines should be independent beings.

[Gir]

"Zim." Gir said. He hardly ever called him by that. "He came to bring doom to Earth. You want to hear the doom song now?" Of course, Gir would have to sing a shorter version. Much shorter. Blitzwing was sure to not be listening by six months if Gir sang the full song.

[Blitzwing]

Bring doom to Earth? That was the Decepticon's job. Of course, they meant to bring doom to ALL planets with lesser life-forms, but still. This "Zim" was nothing but an obstacle.

Then, Random spun into view. "Doom song?! Zhat sounds like my kind of song!"

[Gir]

Somebody wanted to hear the doom song? This made Gir MORE then happy! He'd just have to shorten it. "Doom doom, doom doom doom, doom dee doom doom doom." Gir began to sing. He loved that song that he made up. He only wanted it to go on for six months like the last time he sang it.

[Blitzwing]

"I. Have. To learn. Zhat song," Blitzwing said after Gir finished singing. "ITS FRAGGING FANTASTIC~! AHAHAHAHA!"

[Gir]

"It's not amazing as my dancing!" Gir replied back. Not only did the robot sing, he danced as well. He loved to do both of those things, yes he did.

[Blitzwing]

"...YOU DANCE TOO?!" Blitzwing gasped excitedly, leaping to his feet. "Lets see some of your moves, little man! AHAHAHAHA!"

[Gir]

Gir leaped off of the bench, beginning to dance. He was starting to really like this Blitzwing, even if he didn't love waffles and pigs. He liked that Gir could sing and dance.