[ Guess who's stuffing tribbles into a potato sack outside the education center? This 170 year old vampire right here. Elena more than knows this fella. They shared a few kisses, had a heart to heart talk, held hands -- it was just a few days ago even.
Damon's had enough of the tribbles. He's sick of them blocking his path and he's done with them being all furry and cute-ish. He's going to take these bunch of tribbles back to the vampire shack and bleed them dry and store the blood for later usage. Who knows who might want them? He's thinking ahead. He's doing this for the good of his business.
A stray tribble almost slips out of his grasp, but he catches hold of it and stuffs it in before he closes the sack and starts a new collection. He's got two full sacks so far. Go him. ]