Tribbles in the Labyrinth (RR)

I was sitting in my bedroom (yes, I do this a lot) thinking I should be 
typing chapter six of "Witness to Destruction" or at least finishing my 
chem. homework. "The heck with it." I stood up and began pacing the room, 
kicking dirty laundry out of my way when it threatened to trip me. "Board, 
board, board! Ow!" I stubbed my toe on something buried under the clothes. 
I began to hop up and down in an unceremonious manner, yelling expletives 
my mother would be appalled to here me utter. In the middle of the scene I 
was making, there was a burst of glitter, and there was Jareth.

"Hiya, J!" I shouted, forgetting my injured toe. I walked up to him, stood 
on tip-toes, and peered at him.

"What *are* you doing?"

"Just checking." I said, plopping down on my couch. "I don't need another 
clone."

"I assure you, I'm the *real* Goblin King."

"Oh, I believe you. So, what do you want, besides making sure my carpet has 
it's weekly quota of glitter, that is."

"I have a present for you."

"Way cool! How'd you know my birthday's on Monday?"

"It is? I mean...um, I know everything?"

"*Sure* you do. So, what did ya get me?"

"Ahem," He made a flourish with his hand, "This!"

"Ahhhh!" I ran screaming to the other end of my room, and hid behind the 
bed. "Keep it away! Keep it away!"

"What ever *is* the matter? It's just a little pet. It purrs like a cat, 
too. See?" He stroked the ball of fuzz, and it did indeed begin to make a 
rather pleasant noise.

"Oh, no. You can't pull that on me!" I cried. "I know what that cute 
little ball of evil is. *That* is a Tribble!"

"You know what it is?"

"Duh, anyone who watches Star Trek knows what a Tribble is. What I want to 
know is what *I* did to warrant this sort of punishment! You said you 
weren't angry at me for the whole glue-on-the-throne thing! It was an 
April's fools joke."

"It was the middle of August!"

"My calendar was slow?" I offered lamely.

"Never mind. If you know *what* it is, than do you know how to get *rid* of 
them?"

"Stop feeding them, I think. I really can't remember. Take it away, 
please?" I wailed.

"You're sure you don't remember."

"Yes! Just take it away!!"

"Very well." He sighed, and vanished. I think he was smirking at me, 
but I'm not sure. I was too busy cowering.