"Whatever are you talking about "Tribble"?" asked Shat baby. "I'm not in the mood. Don't you know I'm still smoking? Can't you see? Look I'm on fire from that moronic, useless broomstick" he yelled, slapping out the flames, "and, well, yes! I am rather glad to see you", then he turned on his heel and left the room. "Ooh," sighed "The Tribble" leaning ......