"TACOS!" Gir announced before tearing into one of the bags. From the drops of fire sauce and meat bits on his shirt, it appeared that this was not Gir's first taco since his arrival.
Most days, Gir didn't realize that he had a mission, let alone what it was. He looked up at Dib, tilting his head quizzically. "You mean... there's no monkey show here?" His lower lip wibbled, looking like he was about to cry.