Tu Shanshu

[When the video starts, Pete's...well, managing. He's managed to make most of his suite tribble-free, save for a few currently stuffed into what looks to be an empty aquarium of some kind he has sitting on his desk.]

So, I know a lot of us are in a hurry to get these things off the Turtle as quickly as possible, or kill them off or eat them or whatever, but...has anyone looked into whether or not keeping a few for research would be feasible?

I mean, they reproduce quickly, and in pretty big numbers. I'm not talking about using them for anything horrible, but it seems like they could be a pretty good substitute for lab rats. And if we kept them properly contained, we'd never have to worry about running out of them.

[Obviously, some precautions would have to be taken on the part of the researchers, but it probably wouldn't be impossible. In fact, at that moment, the trio of tribbles inside the aquarium began to make another series of trilling noises, forcing Pete to momentarily close his eyes and try and block out the unwelcome sound. Once they're finished, he takes a deep breath and continues, with some degree of extra effort.]

I'm not talking about testing anything horrible on them, obviously. But if data gathered from them can be applied to human subjects, it could be a great way to test local medicines and remedies without actually having to jump straight to human testing and risk poisoning someone or triggering an allergic reaction or something. I know Wayne Enterprises already started pharmaceutical work, and we could probably convince Dr. Banner to expand the hydroponics garden to allow us to grow any plants needed for that sort of testing. Maybe even a little extra food for them, so they aren't consuming anything meant for the rest of us.

[More trilling interrupts him now, and he does seem to finally give in. Reluctantly. He gets up and leaves the frame for a moment, returning later with some grains and torn up pieces of bread to drop into the aquarium. He doesn't know if the noise means they're hungry, he just knows the ones he caught tend to stop making that noise when they're eating.]

...sorry about that. Anyway, I don't really know if anyone's willing to try it out, or if it'll even work. But it's worth a try, right? I mean, it's better than just killing all of them, and definitely better than just letting them wreak havoc on the ecosystem and eat all our food, right? Besides, it's a way better plan than throwing them off the turtle with notes on their back. I mean, if even a handful of these things adapt to marine life, with as fast as they reproduce we're basically talking about taking one ecological disaster and making a bigger one we're in no position to stop. And that's not even considering what might happen if they're carrying any sort of parasite that could do the same...

[Seriously guys, stop chucking them in the water. Eventually they won't be able to be retrieved, and then who knows what's going to happen. Literally nothing about that scenario sounds like a good idea to Peter here.]

[Well, despite looking incredibly worse for wear, at least it's obvious Peter Parker didn't get himself killed during the latest...everything, despite having largely disappeared since the satellite dropped. He's got a few cuts and bruises, and his clothes are looking pretty trashed dropping burning space debris on your house will do that, but beyond that, he's looking pretty alright. Well, save for the fact his hands are completely bandaged. Technically the bandages go all the way up to just short of his elbows, but the long sleeve shirt he wears as an undershirt is doing a good job of hiding that fact.]

So...that wasn't the greatest week of my life.

[To put it mildly. House destroyed, most of his possessions gone, didn't find much in the way of good salvage, overworked himself during the rescues, and to top it all off he learned about the "do not touch" rule with the specters the hard way. And briefly got himself possessed in the process.]

I don't suppose anyone's got a couch I could use, do they? My place is sort of...everywhere, right now. So I sort of need a place to stay for a little while. Just until my old suite has more than two walls again, anyway.

[Yeah, he's still not used to asking for help.]