A contribution to two of the most awesome robots I've ever seen in any book, movie, cartoon, etc. They rank right up there with R2D2.

"I'll have you know I'm feeling very depressed," the android rattled in a voice that made most beings want to comfort him or cry.

Trillian wasn't in either of those categories. "I know, Marvin. Could you watch the bridge for a minute? Make sure Zaphod doesn't touch anything?"

"Look at me," muttered Marvin bitterly, letting Trillian know that he would. "Brain the size of a planet and she tells me to make sure an idiot with the intellect of a kitchen shelf doesn't kill us all on accident. As if I were some sort of calculator."

The paranoid android continued to mutter about the wretchedness of everything until an incoming call message showed up on the screen. Somewhat in the mood to see how someone had gotten their number and why they were calling them anyway, Marvin hit "Accept" and immediately started to regret it.

"Hi!" a small, blue plated robot called from the other side of the call. "I'm G.I.R.!"

"What a horrible name," Marvin replied, already starting to hate the other robot.

"I like waffles! Do you like waffles? WAFFLES!" G.I.R. screamed, shaking the monitor. "You have a head just like Big-Head Boy!"

"You're an idiot," replied Marvin.

G.I.R. smiled stupidly for a few seconds before pulling a toy moose, squeezing it so it squeaked. "This is my moose. You wanna make biscuits?"

"No."

"You wanna make biscuits?"

Marvin stayed silent.

"You wanna make biscuits?"

"I can't," the mechanically depressed robot finely replied.

Immediately the blue plated robot became sad. "Aww, I wanted to make biscuits."

"G.I.R.!" a demanding voice shouted from somewhere behind G.I.R. "You better not be near the exploding wombat experiment!"

"Imma talking to the magic mirror Mr. Sad Man," the robot called back. "He can't make biscuits. That's why he's sad."

Marvin just stared ahead, not about to correct the robot.

"Get away from the universal communication!" a small green being came down from an elevator yelling. "The Dib-filth might be listening in."

Marvin quickly analyzed the appearance of the creature and found it to be the infamous Irken Zim. No wonder the blue robot was so stupid.

"I was dancin' on the buttons an' da 'Puter said a call was being sent so I sat in da chair to see who was callin' us an' da Mr. Sad Man appeared in the magic mirror!" G.I.R. explained happily.

"Go up stairs and analyze Earth broadcasts while I make sure you didn't break anything," Zim commanded, ending the call.

Marvin faced the screen. "They hated me."