Once again, the now-tired disclaimer applies.
8) Canned meat
If Data could feel, he'd be feeling pretty bad right now. He had knocked his best friend down the warp core after all. Logically the best course of action was to apologize, which was the source of his current endeavour. Data had replicated nearly all the ingredients he needed to make authentic Earth chilli, and was preparing to begin his culinary exploits.
"Now all I need is the meat." he told Spot, who was lounging on the nearby couch. Just then, his replicator sparked and went dark. A quick diagnostic showed that half the circuits would have to be replaced before it would be functional again.
"This is most inopportune," Data said, "I still need meat."
For no apparent reason Spot hopped off the couch and started pawing the wall, mewing.
"What is it, Spot?"
Data put his ear against the wall, and heard a soft purring coming from multiple creatures.
"Excellent idea, Spot. Now all I need is a capturing device of some sort."
The android rummaged around his quarters for a suitable container to catch tribbles with, and settled on a large coffee can, left over from his previous experiment with caffeine (Data on a caffeine high. oh the possibilities!). Fully armed, Data was now on the hunt.
9) Cleaning toilets
Two hour later, Data was cleaning up the remains of his chilli. Geordi had shown up 41.3 minutes before, looking most unusual. He appeared to be growing lumps all over his body, approximately 8.7 centimetres in diameter, and vibrating. He had graciously accepted Data's apology, mentioning something about a having a warm, fuzzy feeling, and had consumed most of the mystery meat chilli before disappearing into Data's bathroom. He'd been in there 17.8 minutes now, and Data was beginning to notice an unsavoury odour emanating from the small room. Apparently tribble meat was a natural laxative. Finally the door opened to reveal the engineer, who had more lumps in his uniform than before. As soon as the door opened, Spot leapt off the floor and ran headlong into the couch, sticking his head between the cushions. An alarm blared.
"Warning!" the computer stated, "Level Three biohazard detected!"
Geordi ran from the stench until he too collided with the couch, flipping it onto it's back. Data went to join him behind the couch as the tribbles who had been living under the couch crawled back with them.
"Perhaps we could use the tribbles to clean the bathroom."
Geordi just stared at him, confused, while another lump appeared on the engineer's arm. Data continued, "They are handy little creatures."
"Okay," Geordi replied, "On the count of 3, we start chucking tribbles through the door. One, two, three!"
Both officers sat up behind their cover, tribbles in hand. Spot still had his head in the couch, but now his butt was in the air as he tried to pull himself out of the cushions. On either side of the struggling cat, Data and Geordi started throwing tribbles into the bathroom as a greenish cloud slowly crept forward. After a moment, the cloud stopped advancing.
"The tribbles appear to be making progress." Data stated.
10) Plugging toilets
"Hurry, it's gaining!"
Geordi and Data were racing down the corridor, barely outrunning a wave of water. The tribbles had done a fantastic job of cleaning Data's bathroom, but as they had cleaned deeper and deeper into the pipes, they had multiplied until the bathroom had erupted into a fountain. Data's quarters had been flooded in no time. They heard a roar as the wave crested, a roar and a. meow? Spot was riding the wave in the tribble-catching coffee can as it surged ahead even faster and knocked both La Forge and Data to the deck. The wave washed over them. Spot sailed by.
"Meoooooww. . ."
Then it receded, taking Spot with it.
"Meoooooww. . ."
The can ran aground a few metres away as the soaked officers picked themselves up off the equally soaked deck.
"Perhaps we should go to Sickbay." Data suggested, "You did not have a healthy reaction to lunch."
"I've seen enough of Doctor Crusher to last awhile, Data."
But the android insisted that the engineer should be checked out (yet neither of them seemed to notice the many lumps he was developing) so they finally started down the hall with Spot at their heels, not knowing that now the tribbles had spread to every part of the ship.
8) Canned meat
If Data could feel, he'd be feeling pretty bad right now. He had knocked his best friend down the warp core after all. Logically the best course of action was to apologize, which was the source of his current endeavour. Data had replicated nearly all the ingredients he needed to make authentic Earth chilli, and was preparing to begin his culinary exploits.
"Now all I need is the meat." he told Spot, who was lounging on the nearby couch. Just then, his replicator sparked and went dark. A quick diagnostic showed that half the circuits would have to be replaced before it would be functional again.
"This is most inopportune," Data said, "I still need meat."
For no apparent reason Spot hopped off the couch and started pawing the wall, mewing.
"What is it, Spot?"
Data put his ear against the wall, and heard a soft purring coming from multiple creatures.
"Excellent idea, Spot. Now all I need is a capturing device of some sort."
The android rummaged around his quarters for a suitable container to catch tribbles with, and settled on a large coffee can, left over from his previous experiment with caffeine (Data on a caffeine high. oh the possibilities!). Fully armed, Data was now on the hunt.
9) Cleaning toilets
Two hour later, Data was cleaning up the remains of his chilli. Geordi had shown up 41.3 minutes before, looking most unusual. He appeared to be growing lumps all over his body, approximately 8.7 centimetres in diameter, and vibrating. He had graciously accepted Data's apology, mentioning something about a having a warm, fuzzy feeling, and had consumed most of the mystery meat chilli before disappearing into Data's bathroom. He'd been in there 17.8 minutes now, and Data was beginning to notice an unsavoury odour emanating from the small room. Apparently tribble meat was a natural laxative. Finally the door opened to reveal the engineer, who had more lumps in his uniform than before. As soon as the door opened, Spot leapt off the floor and ran headlong into the couch, sticking his head between the cushions. An alarm blared.
"Warning!" the computer stated, "Level Three biohazard detected!"
Geordi ran from the stench until he too collided with the couch, flipping it onto it's back. Data went to join him behind the couch as the tribbles who had been living under the couch crawled back with them.
"Perhaps we could use the tribbles to clean the bathroom."
Geordi just stared at him, confused, while another lump appeared on the engineer's arm. Data continued, "They are handy little creatures."
"Okay," Geordi replied, "On the count of 3, we start chucking tribbles through the door. One, two, three!"
Both officers sat up behind their cover, tribbles in hand. Spot still had his head in the couch, but now his butt was in the air as he tried to pull himself out of the cushions. On either side of the struggling cat, Data and Geordi started throwing tribbles into the bathroom as a greenish cloud slowly crept forward. After a moment, the cloud stopped advancing.
"The tribbles appear to be making progress." Data stated.
10) Plugging toilets
"Hurry, it's gaining!"
Geordi and Data were racing down the corridor, barely outrunning a wave of water. The tribbles had done a fantastic job of cleaning Data's bathroom, but as they had cleaned deeper and deeper into the pipes, they had multiplied until the bathroom had erupted into a fountain. Data's quarters had been flooded in no time. They heard a roar as the wave crested, a roar and a. meow? Spot was riding the wave in the tribble-catching coffee can as it surged ahead even faster and knocked both La Forge and Data to the deck. The wave washed over them. Spot sailed by.
"Meoooooww. . ."
Then it receded, taking Spot with it.
"Meoooooww. . ."
The can ran aground a few metres away as the soaked officers picked themselves up off the equally soaked deck.
"Perhaps we should go to Sickbay." Data suggested, "You did not have a healthy reaction to lunch."
"I've seen enough of Doctor Crusher to last awhile, Data."
But the android insisted that the engineer should be checked out (yet neither of them seemed to notice the many lumps he was developing) so they finally started down the hall with Spot at their heels, not knowing that now the tribbles had spread to every part of the ship.