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[osborn_journals]

Norman finally emerges from his lab, with a solution for the Tribble Menace. He goes around the nexus, setting down smallish metal capsules (about the size of a softball) wherever he goes. Written on each is the following -- "Tribble sterilisation unit. Do not tamper with."

One minute until activation...

Edit: And after that minute is up,

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[dragonwhishes]

..... *stares*

[octopus_hubris]

*watches, looking slightly morose. Is currently chewing on a piece of tribble jerky.*

You'd better know what you're doing, Osborn.

[osborn_journals]

Don't I always?

*adds hastily* ...don't answer that question.

[octopus_hubris]

*smirks*

[einie_the_dog]

*blinks*
*watches one of them, curious as to what's going to happen*

[i_need_a_heero]

"Good thing too because I was about to find a way to send them into space. Perferably to Relina's colony." *Pulls a Tribble off his shoulder and tosses it into the corner where others are.*

[h_hollister]

Norm! You always do things the difficult way. All we needed here was a Klingon or six.

Sheesh. You wacky mad scientists, always using calculators to figure out two plus two.

[osborn_journals]

*chuckles* My apologies for not being willing to wait. But there's something about seeing your laboratory disappear under a mountain of multicoloured fur that spurs one to action.

[cold_hope]

No kidding. My poor dermestid beetles will never be the same.

[ocktypus]

ffvlp

*nudges a wad of tribble fur that has drifted into the tank*