We all hate tribbles. They are detestable creatures that do nothing, but consume food and breed. I, however, hate them for an entirely different reason. When I first started attending cons on Earth there would always be some Starfleet lackey with a tribble present who thought it would be a good idea to shove the shrieking ball of fur into my face. Luckily for the Terrans, we are under standing orders not to kill them for such acts.

I decided I wasn't going to give the Terrans the pleasure of seeing me get angry over their joke and would ruin their fun by saying things like, "The rumor that Klingons hate tribbles is Federation propaganda. I find them quite tasty with hot sauce."

The Terrans would be disappointed and leave, and I wouldn't have to put on a show for their amusement. An unfortunate thing happened though over the years. The years of having any tribble within a parsec shoved in my face had unexpected consequences; I actually began to hate tribbles.

Now I can hear the cooing of one of these useless balls of fur from 100 kelligams. The mere mention of a tribble and I'm on guard, ready to give a verbal tongue lashing to anyone unfortunate enough to approach me with one. My usual response and performed in Korax's voice is "TAKE IT AWAY!"

While the Terrans get a measure of happiness at having upset a Klingon and lived to tell the tale, I do get to bellow my displeasure without having to fight my way out of 50 redshirts. They are, however, still an ecological menace and a plague to be wiped out! Tribbles, that is.
 
Captain Ri'Par sutai-bortaS
IKV Bayou Serpent CO and ship's brewer
Cold Revenge Quadrant CO
Cold Terror Fleet XO
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