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"Master, no. Please."

It was no use. Qui-Gon already had the spherical creature in his hand. "How much?" he asked the bartender.

"Well, here's my dilemma," the bartender murmured. "This is actually an endangered species. It's the only tribble in this quadrant of the galaxy."

Obi-Wan sighed. "We'll take it. What does it eat?" he asked. Qui-Gon crooned at the tribble; it purred.

The bartender shook his head. "You don't feed them."

"That doesn't seem right," Qui-Gon said. The tribble purred more.


"He told you not to feed it."

"Them," Qui-Gon said, crooning at the tribbles. Many, many tribbles.