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Voice post.
[Prefect's voice is surrounded by the soft cooing of like, a MILLION BILLION TRIBBLES. He sounds just about as calm as he has ever sounder in his life.]
Comrades, I honestly have no idea how it is even remotely possible to dislike these creatures. The number of you deriving enjoyment from their torture is frankly a little disturbing to me. They're nice, and they're gentle, and there is literally no possible reason to stomp on them or feed them to your dogs.
[More cooing, and Prefect lets out a strangely happy sigh.]
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Also, Comrades, I recommend that we solve the Tribble problem by hoarding them all into a room which we keep free from food, and then allow them to live there forever.
Comrades, I honestly have no idea how it is even remotely possible to dislike these creatures. The number of you deriving enjoyment from their torture is frankly a little disturbing to me. They're nice, and they're gentle, and there is literally no possible reason to stomp on them or feed them to your dogs.
[More cooing, and Prefect lets out a strangely happy sigh.]
[EDITED TO ADD]
Also, Comrades, I recommend that we solve the Tribble problem by hoarding them all into a room which we keep free from food, and then allow them to live there forever.
IVANHOE.
Yeah. That's why, cute as they are, they have to go.
Prefect and Harv are going to keep a (mod approved) stash of tribbles in Harveys room. SORRY SAM.
Sam will scold if he ever finds out :c
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[AWKWARD]
Do you want... a pet or something? I mean, something that won't exponentially multiply and starve us out of the Barge?
Prefect will say that a stray tribble probably just crawled in there of it's own accord.
Sam is WEIRDLY PROUD
A year of plant life is PRETTY IMPRESSIVE.
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