"Don't athk me. By the way, you're going to get yourthelf killed uthing thuch bathic capturing techniqueth," said the troll who grew up on a planet where everything tried to maul or crush anything that moved. "You could at leatht wear gloveth or get a blanket tho it doethn't tear through your thoft human thkin with it'th razor-sharp fangth or releathe burning athid or coo uth to death."

Psii remained where he was, convinced this human had no sense. He was only half convinced this thing was harmless. He'd not let someone rush to their death if he could prevent it. He was in the habit of protecting people, douchebags and idiots included. The Tribble continued to trill contentedly.