[GIR thinks he gets this whole thing, and, surprisingly, even as dumb as he is he can still write! Or at least type. So up to the water he goes, a crumbled paper with a few poked holes in it from where he pushed the crayons down too hard, and on said paper is a quick doodle of Zim and GIR--as a squid--beside the words,]
I wish I could be a squid so I can swim to you! ♥
[And out to sea it goes while GIR waves it goodbye]