starduststrangelove
starduststrangelove
Odo gave Weyoun a Tribble as a souvenir.
2 weeks later, Cardassian Central Command is a Build-a-Bear disaster. Turns out, Tribbles are highly flammable. Half the complex is on fire. Everywhere you turn is a mountain of purring, mating fluffballs. The Jem'Hadar have been crushed under the sheer weight of the Tribble Reproductive Jackboot of Supremacy. The Founder has become one looking for an avenue of escape. There is no escape. The universe is being consumed. All hope is lost. You have seen the face of death, and it is cute.
The Dominion has suffered a crushing defeat. None may challenge the might of the Tribble Ascendancy.
Gee, thanks Odo 👍
