You may think it strange, but against all likelihood, and not for lack of options, there is as of yet no ‚Big Bang Theory‘ related stuff in this flat, and in any flat surrounding it. Nor may there any appear in the next time.
There is no cardboard Mr. Spock at the front of our bead, no ‚Iron Man‘ costume, and certainly no ‚Green Lantern … lantern‘. There isn’t even a TV or a Wii and we don’t have a White-board. Also no luminous escape routes and no quarterly fire drills, thank good!
What we have may be similarly strange, I leave that for you to decide. What we have is a little ball of fur.
No.
Not
A
Cat.
Saldly not a cat,
But
A
Tribble.
It’s sitting in our kitchen, looking mostly harmless.
I’m a bit worried about it taking over the flat.
Do you know the address of a good Klingon pest controller?