Walk of Doom GIR: Yeee-HOOOO! I'm running, I'm running! GIR: I'm naked! Zim: GIR! Sit still! I need quiet to repair your guidance systems box. GIR: I don't need it! I don't need it! Zim: Done. The finest in Irken guidance technology, and I have improved it. Zim: With these upgrades, GIR, there will be nothing that you cannot find, no situation that you cannot guide us out of. Zim: BEEES! Zim: Now, if we could just work on your behavior. GIR: Aw, my bees... Zim: You now possess superior geographic guidance abilities, GIR. GIR: Finally. Zim: Report upgrade status. Zim: That monkey... Zim: Madness! Zim: Fare?