"Shawn, what is that?" asked Gus in his usual 'Shawn what stupid thing did you do now?' tone.
Shawn didn't look over, trying for the umpteenth time to balance a pencil on his nose, his feet up on his desk. "What is what?"
"That." He gestured at the thing on his desk.
The thing looked like a tribble. Gus didn't like tribbles—he always ended up having horrifying images popping into his head involving being buried in the quickly populating little no-eyed alien vermin, until he couldn't breathe. Entering to see one on his desk was not what we wanted.
"It isn't funny, Shawn, you know how I feel about those things."
Shawn gave up on the pencil. "They're cute and they purr. I have no idea how you can hate them."
"Shawn."
"Gus, don't be a grumpy Klingon. It's just a bit of fake fur."
Gus huffed and picked up the offending object, intending on removing it from his desk, and possibly throwing it away. However the thing seemed to move, and made a noise, which startled Gus into dropping it and jumping back.
"What the hell?" gasped Gus, grasping over his heart dramatically.
Instead of answering, Shawn went over to Gus's laptop, opened a new tab, and turned the computer towards his friend.
"Interactive tribbles? That's just sick." He paused. "And not in the good way."
Shawn shrugged, petting the purring tribble.
This is totally the fault of someone playing as Shawn on facebook. They led me to it.