madscot claims she sent me a tribble for my birthday
Lies, damned lies, I know the truth!
The fucking things are breeding!
Soon they will spill over our games case and onto the floor, where they will pile up in never-ending mounds. My couch will be buried, and then the walls. They will spill over into the hallway and spread to the bathroom, my office, torasin's office. I'll find them in the soup pots, the frying pans, the tupperware cupboard, packed tight against the windows and cooing in my bed. The cat may escape, but the rest of us will be lost, lost in a purring sea of tribble fur.
All is lost
All is tribble