
"Believe me, space really messes with you. Signing up to Starfleet was a mistake. Nothing but a bunch of empty space and occasional discoveries, and the only thing to show for it? Things either randomly trying to kill you, deliberately or not," McCoy said to Grif with a long sigh, running a hand through his hair. Between the sweat running down his brow and his general exasperated expression, one he wore like he always had it on, one could only wonder what kind of sights he's had to see as a doctor for a voyaging ship.
"Case in point..." He added grumpily, glancing at Starscream briefly, before shaking his head, "But no, the more they eat, the more easily they reproduce asexually. A breadcrumb, and you could potentially end up incidentally creating more Tribbles than there were breadcrumbs to begin with," the doctor explained calmly, before Samus entered the fray from there.

"Uhh..."
As the bounty hunter offered her own help -- albeit, with unorthodox methods compared to what McCoy was thinking -- with the Tribbles, McCoy briefly bit his lip, before speaking again. "I suppose, if you can control the output of your shots, a shock might be able to at least keep them from reproducing, though I'd advise heavy caution as to not leave any lasting damage. I am a doctor, after all. Or does the Hippocratic Oath not exist in your worlds? Do no harm and all that?" He asked half rhetorically, crossing his arms.
"As for where, in any case, the Cargo Bay will do. That's where they were supposed to be to begin with; we're transporting them to an uninhabited planet where they can live peacefully and not disturb anyone," McCoy continued, working again to pick up some more Tribbles, purring contently like kittens, before the doctor let out a sigh, eyeing Samus and the others again, "They say its purrs can really soothe the human nervous system. What do you guys think? Feeling extra cuddly right now?"
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