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Scooping Dib up bridal style, Zim smiled and carried him upstairs. "Anything specific you want?" he asked. Antennae still drooping, Dib could only shrug loosely. "Sugar..." he spoke, feeling as though he hadn't had anything sweet to eat in days. He just felt like sprinkling sugar over everything edible in the fridge. Zim smiled and nuzzled him. "Okay, anything UNDER that sugar?" he asked with a laugh. "Whatever you have left over in the fridge, I guess...I don't really care." Dib said as he let his eyelids slip closed to rest against Zim tiredly. As they went up in the elevator to get food, Zim nuzzled him gently. "I'd say we have a lot o