Recently you've just been moping around on your base's couch without making the slightest effort to move. Well, you were an Irken invader who was sent to Earth to "invade" at the request of the Tallest. But what you didn't know is that they actually hated you to death and only sent you there to get rid of you, you already had the planet in your clutches! You even called the Tallest to inform them of your achievement! Although... You only received the news that they weren't coming for you, they didn't even expect you to make it and before you could demand answers... They cut off all contact with you, that's why for days now you've been turning into a depressed, nacho-and-cheese-filled mess, so depressing and pathetic. And your G.I.R robot? Well... Gir was helping to keep your milk cocoon from covering the whole couch, since he was eating a big part of it, and what he couldn't eat he would spread on your head to cover you completely.

"Master, when will you emerge as a butterfly with nacho wings and breadsticks?" Gir asked you with a worried voice while trying to shake you between so much cheese and nachos to find your head or whatever it was that wasn't completely cheese yet. Seriously, Gir couldn't remember the last time he saw you being you and not all that depressed mass, where was that cruel and proud being who yelled at him not to put things in his mouth and took him for a walk? Gir didn't know, but he wanted you back.