The legs on Zim's Pack lifted him higher away from Dib. "I don't need your Love or and love." Zim said saying love like it was a deadly disease. "You have tainted my face with your filth." Zim said looking down at Dib. He felt a little bad for being mean to Dib and acting like this. Deep down in his Squeadlysploch he had a strange feeling that only came around when Dib was near. It had been happening to him for some time now and he tried his best to ignore it.