[ Maybe they should kill them. If the furball population grows too large too fast, they could be in for some serious trouble. At the same time, it's really hard to look at the things, so harmless and fuzzy, and imagine killing them. Maybe it's that the purr reminds him too much of a cat. Maybe it's because they seem a little like the furball version of Caboose. Whatever it is, Wash has a hard time drumming up the enthusiasm to go on a murder spree.

And killing things isn't something he usually has a problem doing.

Reaching up, he relieves Maine of his stupid looking furry toupee. The thing chitters and purrs and buzzes a little. Absently, he starts to pet it. ]

Maybe we ought to ask the crew? They might know what they are. If they're a threat, I don't know. I'd expect alarms or something. [ He gestures toward the noticeable lack of panic infesting the ship. ] Nobody else seems to care.