By Gen X
“Spock! Where did... these come... from?”
“If these readings are correct, the origin is Earth.”
“Earth? Earth... doesn’t have... rabbits... like these.”
“I believe their technical term is ‘plot bunny.’”
“I don’t care. Just get them... off... my ship. Scotty, track... the origin of... that transporter beam.”
“Aye, Cap’n,” Montgomery’s voice crackled over the comm.
“Captain. I’m getting a hail,” Uhura said.
“How... can you... think... of weather at a time like this?” Kirk tapped the communicator. “Bones, what... can you... tell me?”
“Damn it, Jim. I’m a doctor, not a writer.”
“McCoy!”
“They keep multiplying. That’s it. Nurse Chapel and I are just keeping them out of the equipment.” He closed the channel muttering, “Oh, my stars and garters.”
“It is possible that this is a friendly gesture,” Spock said raising an eyebrow.
“A friendly gesture? Then, we should... repay... the favor. Scotty, get Yeoman Rand’s tribble. And send... a little... thank you... gift.”
“My word,” Alfred said as another furry mass materialized.
Dick kicked the nearest one. “Well, at least these don’t say anything.”
“Told you!” Tim said. “Let me find the High Council’s number. Chancellor Gowron should be able to help us out...”
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