My problem is this really cute little pet that my girlfriend brought back from Planet Hollywood last month. It's round, furry, and buzzes at one when it is happy (or at any other time, as near as I can determine). It also has kids. . . lots of them. The kids have kids. . . lots of them. The grandkids have had kids. . . lots of them. The little buggers are eating me out of house and home! Help!--- Troubled by Tribbles
These disgusting little monsters are like a detestable furry plague of syrupy-sweet niceness upon the galaxy and, were I to have my way, their scourge would be obliterated from the face of existence with the severest of violent prejudice. Such is the extent of my loathing. In the meantime, here is a list of some suggestions for dealing with the hateful, purring creatures:
To advance my genocidal campaign I intend to publish a book in the near future. I have yet to decide on a title, perhaps "1001 Uses for a Dead Tribble" or maybe "Tribble Ranching for Fun and Profit." Anyone caring to support the most worthy and honorable cause of Tribble eradication can send donations and recipes to me care of this publication.
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