By the time Dib came back to the living room, Gir had flipped the couch forward to form a tent over himself. His dirty shirt had been flung across the room. When he heard Dib approach, Gir darted out from the corner of his fort to shoot at Dib with a fingergun. "Pew pew pew! Die, alien scum! Muahahahahaha!" Gir laughed maniacally before rolling back under the couch.