It had been a week since The Tallest finally revealed that they genuinely didn't care about Zim, didn't think he was worth being a warrior if he can't even conqure one planet, and blocked him. The actual conversation was fuzzy to him, but it hurt. He started working harder- as if it would make a difference- but didn't know what to do. He just laid on the couch, face in the pillow, antennas flat against his head, and Gir trying to make him food to cheer him up.