"No, Gir," Said Dib gently and guided him out of the toilet and to the sink, "that's for getting rid of other body... stuff. I'll show you a video all about it when you're cleaned up." He wet a washcloth and started wiping off Gir's face and neck, getting rid of the vomit, rinsing it out twice before getting all the puke off the poor little... not little ex-robot.
"There, all better. Well, you need a clean shirt, but we can work on that later. Are you feeling better?" Dib was honestly a little worried about Gir.