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lifeforms, we just like to play with them. Unless your Geordi's lawyer,
don't sue. (Sarai: But that doesn't stop me from hunting them^^)
21 Uses for Tribbles
1) Nerf-gun ammo
"These things are great!" Geordi called out as he fired at Data. The fluffy ammunition from his 'nerf-gun', a mysterious device Riker brought back from who-knows-where, squealed as it hit the wall above Data's head. The android was hiding behind the table-thingy in Engineering that controls the entire ship while reloading his own nerf-gun from a squirming bag slung over his shoulder.
" I must admit that these peculiar weapons are most fascinating," Data responded as he finished reloading his weapon, "Although I must confess that I do not know where one could find such a large supply of tribbles."
All set, Data swung out of hiding just as another shot from La Forge glanced off the table with a shower of sparks. Through the spray Data loosed a single squeaking shot, which caught the chief engineer right in the chest. Unfortunately, Geordi was standing right in front of the warp core, and the squealing fluff-ball sent him hurtling over the railing and down the warp core. Data slapped his commbadge as he abandoned his weapon to go find Geordi.
"Medical emergency in engineering!"
No one noticed as the android's ammunition bag, left near the table, crawled away.
2)Medical helpers
Dr. Crusher sighed as she looked at La Forge. Half an hour ago, the orderlies had brought the chief engineer to Sickbay. With him however she had acquired more help. Obedient help. Reaching out for the next tool she needed for surgery, it was quickly handed to her by something fluffy.
"Thank you, my minions," she said smiling. A room-wide purr was her response from the carpet of tribbles now staked out in Sickbay. Her next realization took the smile off her face. Her scans showed ill for our fallen (favourite) engineer.
"Dammit! He needs a new heart!"
Growling she took a survey of her surroundings realizing how useful the dismissed orderlies actually were. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tribble nuzzling her leg.
"Not now, 231." trailing off, she looked down. Her smile once again returned along with a nasty glint in her eye. The tribble, number 231, quivered, registering its doom.
3) Substitute organs
" Stop squirming 231! You're going to a good home!"
Dr. Crusher had the tribble in both hands, trying to force it into place through the incision she had made. The frantic tribble squealed and wiggled, but to no avail. A moment later it was neatly hooked into Geordi's cardiopulmonary system.
"There, see? Nice and warm!"
She hummed as she sealed up the incision, then dropped her tools on the floor.
"Okie, time for lunch!"
The tribbles bodysurfed each instrument back into place as Crusher went into her office.
21 Uses for Tribbles
1) Nerf-gun ammo
"These things are great!" Geordi called out as he fired at Data. The fluffy ammunition from his 'nerf-gun', a mysterious device Riker brought back from who-knows-where, squealed as it hit the wall above Data's head. The android was hiding behind the table-thingy in Engineering that controls the entire ship while reloading his own nerf-gun from a squirming bag slung over his shoulder.
" I must admit that these peculiar weapons are most fascinating," Data responded as he finished reloading his weapon, "Although I must confess that I do not know where one could find such a large supply of tribbles."
All set, Data swung out of hiding just as another shot from La Forge glanced off the table with a shower of sparks. Through the spray Data loosed a single squeaking shot, which caught the chief engineer right in the chest. Unfortunately, Geordi was standing right in front of the warp core, and the squealing fluff-ball sent him hurtling over the railing and down the warp core. Data slapped his commbadge as he abandoned his weapon to go find Geordi.
"Medical emergency in engineering!"
No one noticed as the android's ammunition bag, left near the table, crawled away.
2)Medical helpers
Dr. Crusher sighed as she looked at La Forge. Half an hour ago, the orderlies had brought the chief engineer to Sickbay. With him however she had acquired more help. Obedient help. Reaching out for the next tool she needed for surgery, it was quickly handed to her by something fluffy.
"Thank you, my minions," she said smiling. A room-wide purr was her response from the carpet of tribbles now staked out in Sickbay. Her next realization took the smile off her face. Her scans showed ill for our fallen (favourite) engineer.
"Dammit! He needs a new heart!"
Growling she took a survey of her surroundings realizing how useful the dismissed orderlies actually were. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tribble nuzzling her leg.
"Not now, 231." trailing off, she looked down. Her smile once again returned along with a nasty glint in her eye. The tribble, number 231, quivered, registering its doom.
3) Substitute organs
" Stop squirming 231! You're going to a good home!"
Dr. Crusher had the tribble in both hands, trying to force it into place through the incision she had made. The frantic tribble squealed and wiggled, but to no avail. A moment later it was neatly hooked into Geordi's cardiopulmonary system.
"There, see? Nice and warm!"
She hummed as she sealed up the incision, then dropped her tools on the floor.
"Okie, time for lunch!"
The tribbles bodysurfed each instrument back into place as Crusher went into her office.
