Voice post.

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[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.]

[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.

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[Prefect calmly puts down the box on his desk, goes to the box the scarf landed in, and retrieves it. One, sad, live Tribble is clinging to it. Prefect frowns and detaches it, releasing it back into the box, before coming back and tossing the scarf around Loki's neck.]

I already have a scarf, Comrade. Go give it to someone else.

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Can I see your scarf?

[Loki's short attention span has kicked into effect. Also, hopefully by distracting Prefect from the conversation he can quietly sneak the scarf into one of Prefect's boxes or something of the like.]

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[Prefect gives Loki what may well have been the most suspicious look of his life, but after a few minutes of contemplating the matter, he reaches into a nearby box and begins drawing out the scarf, shooing Tribbles off it as he does so. When it's all out he holds a bundle of it up.]

There. My scarf.

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[Loki frowns, looking at the scarf.]

Isn't that the Doctor's?