This was haaard...Zim and Gir = naturally verbose. Hope it came out all right despite the word limit.

It had all been the fault of the squirrel.

Zim contemplated his position. He was stuck in a tree, hanging upside-down by one foot under a nest of idiotically cheerful birds. Gir stared up at his master, puppy eyes wide and vacant.

“Such retribution will be brought down upon the squirrels!” commented Zim. “Get me down, Gir, so I can plan my revenge.” His eyes narrowed and he steepled his fingers, though the menacing effect was somewhat diminished by his current position.

“Are we there yet?” asked Gir. “It’s dance time!”

Zim sighed. It was just one of those days.