(The crew is having a rousing match of Poker *don't ask me why* when the 'Lift doors suddenly burst open.)

Voice: HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEE!!

Sulu: What the. . .

("Standing" in the Lift is Kahn, holding a hot pink Tribble that's one size too big to be a normal Tribble.)

Kirk: *cracks up* *thumbs up sign* It's very you, Kahn.

Voice: DO NOT INSULT THE MASTER!

Kahn: *evil grin* Enterprise Crew, meet. . .Fluffy.

Crew: *"facefault"*

Fluffy the Tribble: Heehee!

Kahn: Do not laugh! Fluffy is the perfect Tribble!

(Fluffy leaps forward and devours a Redshirt next to Chekov in seconds.)

Chekov: O_O;;;

Kahn: Surrender, or Fluffy sh--

Fluffy: *coughs madly* Agh, uniforms taste terrible! What do you wash them in?!

Uhura: *brightly* The thickest soap lather we can find?

Fluffy: XP

Kahn: . . .Yes, well. *sigh* We have pop music, too.

Crew: NOT POP MUSIC!

Fluffy: *purrs*

Kahn: Hahahaha! *sets down a boombox and runs into the Lift*

Fluffy: *follows madly, scuttling like a crab*

Spock: . . .Fascinating.

Boombox: *starts playing N'Sync*

Crew: _;;;;

Sulu: *clutches head* My ears are under heavy assault, captain! *falls to the ground*

Announcer: Will they survive? Find out next time!

(Cue annoying commercials.)