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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But there are hundreds more to spare.

Oh, you're no fun. At least tell me what floor you're on.

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But I'd feel bad knowing that hundreds of them were dying.

Why?

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I'm not entirely sure that they have brains.

I have a present!

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I don't think I want it.

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You'll like it. Trust me.

1/2 - WILL HE TRUST YOU?

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...

2/2 APPARENTLY SO.

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Okay, Comrade.

[Imagine he gives you a room number because I'm too lazy to look it up, and PREFECT IS AN IDIOT.]

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Marvelous!

[And Loki's knocking on your door now.]

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[And lo, after the unlatching of many locks, Prefects door opens a crack, before he steps back to let you in. While the sound of cooing is still obviously filling the room, Prefect has apparently hidden all of his Tribbles in preparation for Loki's visit.]

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[Loki practically shoves a small box (containing a lovely Tribble-fur scarf) and a plate of some unidentifiable meatloaf (it's Tribble) in Prefect's face. Someone obviously got bored.]

"Here you go!"

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[Prefect casts his critical salesman eye across the offerings, before giving them back to Loki.]

No thank you, Comrade, I don't think there's a market for these kinds of things right now.

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It's a gift, dear Prefect. It doesn't matter if there's a market or not.

[Loki shoves them in Prefect's face again.]

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I'm afraid I don't accept gifts, Comrade.

[Not officially at least. Prefect passes the box back.]

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Fine then.

[Taking the box, Loki opens it up, revealing a lovely scarf made of Tribble fur. Taking the scarf in his hand, he promptly throws it into Prefect's room. It lands in a random box.]

There we go!

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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?

SAM HEADDESKS. And may stop by later to make sure you're not dead

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PRESENTS DON'T KILL PEOPLE!

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MUHAHAHA.

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