Who Do I Have to Fight?

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Odo, Worf and a Tribble

WORF: A tribble.
ODO: Sit down. You’re drawing attention.
WORF: Where did you get that thing?
ODO: From a man named Cyrano Jones. He told me tribbles like everyone, but this one doesn’t seem to like you.
WORF: The feeling’s! The feeling’s mutual. They are detestable creatures.
ODO: Interesting. It’s been my observation that most humanoids love soft, furry animals especially if they make pleasing sounds.
WORF: They do nothing but consume food and breed. If you feed that thing more than the smallest morsel, in a few hours you’ll have ten tribbles then a hundred then a thousand.
ODO: Calm down.
WORF: They were once considered mortal enemies of the Klingon Empire.
ODO: This? A mortal enemy of the Empire?
WORF: They were an ecological menace, a plague to be wiped out.
ODO: Wiped out? What are you saying?
WORF: Hundreds of warriors were sent to track them down throughout the galaxy. An armada obliterated the Tribbles’ homeworld. By the end of the twenty third century they had been eradicated.
ODO: Another glorious chapter of Klingon history. Tell me, do they still sing songs of the great tribble hunt?