Wibbleball

Who: Keto, "Wibbles", Katrina, Tree, anyone else in the medibay.
Where: Look, just read the above line, okay? If you're still in doubt after
reading that, please go and join the queue to actually receive a whole,
fully-functional brain.
When: During the infestation.
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"I think I preferred the ship dictatorship," muttered Keto, sweeping another
armful of annoyingly cute Wibbles off his office desk onto the floor, where they
bounced away chirping madly.
*Rustle rustle!!* exclaimed the Tree. Keto sighed and glanced around to see
the Tree shaking its branches as hard as it could, trying to free them of
wibbles.
There was a high-pitched squeal as a wibble flew through the air out of one of
the recovery rooms, hit the wall across from the door, and bounced to the floor,
before falling over.
"Nice pitch," called Keto, somewhat grudgingly.
"Thank you," replied Katrina's voice. Keto decided that he was hardly likely
to get any work done with the medibay in its current state, and so chose to
rejoin the game in hand.
"What's the score at the moment?"
*Rustle rustle,* informed the Tree.
Keto opened his mouth.
"It's only because he's not lying in bed with a damaged leg!" protested
Katrina.
*Rustle rustle!*
"You are not," growled Keto, "'Da Tree'. Now, throw."
The Tree rustled something inaudible and flicked a branch. One of the wibbles
flew across the room, squealing, bounced off the wall and landed in the
wastepaper basket.
The Tree shuffled its roots excitedly.
"Yes, two points," sighed Keto, and aimed a half-hearted kick at a nearby
wibble. It bounced up onto a shelf, rolled along it a little way...and knocked
an ointment over onto itself.
"Oh no," said Keto, eyes widening, "GET DOWN!"
The Tree ducked, not a moment too soon. The wibble, suddenly glowing a
virulent shade of green, hurtled through the air and caused a sonic boom that
shattered most of the containers in evidence, before smacking into the wall at
something close to Mach 4.
There was a pause as the dust and pieces of wibble cleared, revealing a
sizeable hole in the wall.
*Rustle,* said the Tree sulkily.
"Yes," nodded Keto, "That's about eight or nine points, I should think."
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OOC: Somebody come into the medibay and get hit by a supersonic furball. Go on.
Please. It won't hurt, I promise.