Bob Schroeck wrote:

        Pu gets involved in the DS9 "Troubles and Tribble-ations," and
discovers too late (and the hard way) that Tribbles are mysteriously
immune to the Dead Scream... 

Or worse, it supercharges their reproductive systems...

<evil grin>

	Keitaro Urashima sighed as he stepped off the train that took him to 
Tokyo University each morning and back to Hinata Inn each night. He 
wished he didn't have to make the commute, but it wasn't TOO bad, and 
the station generally wasn't as crowded as it could have been at a 
different hour.
	As he made his way towards the stairs, he noticed someone standing 
beside a cardboard box, on the front of which had originally been 
written 'Free To A Good Home'. The 'To A Good Home', however, had been 
scribbled out, in what looked like a rather angry manner, and below that 
had been written a much more ragged 'To ANYONE, PLEASE'.
	Standing beside the box was a very tired, very frustrated-looking 
woman, quite tall and with dusky skin, long, dark green hair falling 
down her back, wearing very nice designer clothes that were nevertheless 
rumpled and looked like they'd been worn more than one day in a row.
	"Please." She seemed to have noticed him looking, and had turned 
pleading eyes towards him, her voice an exhausted rasp. "Please, take 
one. Take as many as you can carry. -Please-."
	"Er..." Keitaro rubbed the back of his head. He was used to odd women 
making odd requests and demands, and knew it best to at least have a try 
at going along. He edged a little closer and glanced down into the box, 
expecting to see some rambunctious kittens, or maybe puppies.
	And that's certainly what they looked like for a moment, albeit curled 
up instead of bounding about. But as he adjusted his glasses, he 
realized that they were simply semi-spherical collections of fur, and, 
as he watched, they shuddered and gave off a cooing noise.
	"GAH!" Keitaro leapt back in shock, plastering himself against the 
wall. "What ARE they?!"
	"Oh, what does that matter?!" the woman snapped angrily, apparently 
having exhausted her patience. Then, with a wild look in her eyes, she 
grabbed Keitaro by the front of his coat and hauled him close, staring 
at him nose-to-nose. "You have. To. Take them! I can't take it any more! 
There's more and more of them every time I look around! Soon they'll 
completely fill the Gates of Time and then all of reality will be 
destroyed!" Her voice turned very low, and very flat. "And that would 
definitely put a crimp in your plans to have sex with Narusegawa Naru 
exactly one year, two months, thirteen days, and half an hour from now, 
mister Urashima."
	"..." Keitaro stared at her with his eyes bugging out, then flailed 
wildly. "Ack! Okay, okay, I'll take 'em, just let me go!" He oofed as 
the box was immediately shoved into his arms, and he turned and ran up 
the stairs as quickly as he could.
	"Oh thank God," Setsuna groaned, slumping back against the wall. Then, 
with a weary sigh, she waved a hand and conjured another boxful of 
tribbles. 'Twelve down. Ninety billion to go.'


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