A Coat of Fluff

Posted on 29 Jul 2014 @ 8:08pm by Lieutenant Commander Amynta Markos

237 words; about a 1 minute read

[Log entry]

"I would like to tell you something, dearest...whoever watches these damned personal logs. I would like to tell you how much i hate tribbles. I want to take my phaser and shoot them. And then I will make them into a damned floor length coat. In front of the rest of them. Just so they know what I plan to do to them. And then, I will make it my lifelong mission to hunt down every single one in the galaxy. I will destroy them all, just as they destroyed my favourite pair of pumps. ..."

Amynta Markos sat back, her eyes dark as she sneered with disgust. "Perverted little things. They manage to get in everywhere. Underwear drawer. Shower. Makeup bag. Everywhere. No, I will hunt them down. They will not get away with this. And when I find the person responsible for this...tribble outbreak..."

She lowered her eyes for a moment before smiling. "Well, I will make them wish that they had been suffocated by the little balls of fluff. Whatever powers there are in the universe...I swear by you all that I will have my vengeance over these little balls of fluff...."

She reached out to turn off the computer before stopping, grimacing. She picked a tribble up before placing it in the large cage she had gotten. "Markos out," she finished and turned her personal console off.

[End Log]

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