My
mum brings home a
tribble (
argh!) for me to keep as a
pet. I say, oh no mum, it's a
tribble, damn you, now we're going to be
overrun! But then I realise
my cat will save the day, so I give her the tribble to neatly
dispatch. She just starts
washing it and treating it as if it were
the kitten she never had. I go away or turn around and when I turn back, there are
SIX tribbles where the one used to be and they're
ganging up on my cat.
I
kick the
tribbles off the
chair and they scatter away
in all directions. My mum tells me I'm
cruel. Then a tribble turns over and it has some sort of
crazy ass vicious looking
dentata thing going on on its
underside orifice. Oh no!
africanized attack tribbles! I start
kicking them and trying to
step on them but they
attach themselves to my feet like
carnivorous bedroom slippers. I can feel their
sharp little teeth sinking into the
flesh on the
soles and the top of my feet. I
walk around in the hopes that it will
mash their brains in but
I'm not sure if tribbles have brains and anyway it doesn't seem to
help.
I fight, I acquiese. They don't make
half-bad shoes, I think to myself...