The sight Ulquiorra saw when he walked into the main conference room of the Espada was not something that he usually saw. It even made his face want to crack, just a bit. Grimmjow was being restrained by a terrified looking Yammy, while Wonderwiess sat in the corner, drooling and slurping it back in, giggling with sheer hysteria, ignoring the world. Nnoitra was unconscious across the way, Szayel was also drooling, but his was involuntary, as far as Ulquiorra could see, since Szayel was out cold.
As Ulquiorra looked around, he could see the rest of the Espada were all unconscious, excepting Halibel, who looked just as confounded as he did, from what he could see of her face. They met in the centre of the room for a short debrief.
"I think there is a problem," Ulquiorra stated calmly.
"I agree. Grimmjow appears to be the cause of it all."
Together, they slowly turned to see the Sixth Espada still being gripped tightly around the neck by a still horrified Yammy. Ulquiorra stepped forward.
"What has happened here, Yammy? Halibel and I require an answer."
Inexplicably, Grimmjow burst out laughing. The three still conscious, (and not drooling), all looked at each other. Ulquiorra turned back towards Grimmjow, taking in his dishevelled appearance and more-animalistic-than-normal eyes. He was about to make a remark to Halibel about Grimmjow's attributes when the Espada in question started talking.
"Halibel? Halibel? That reminds me of something... Hal... Hali... Hali..tosis!"
Grimmjow looked like he collapsed laughing, even if he didn't go far, still having Yammy's hand wrapped around his throat. Ulquiorra glanced at Halibel. He saw her eyes narrow and her hand reach for her sword, but he held his slender arm out to stop her.
"Wait. We need to get to the bottom of this. Yammy, quiet him."
"Gladly," the big man rumbled, and unceremoniously bonked Grimmjow on the head. Ulquiorra took no time to walk towards the two, but Sonido'd there quicker than Yammy could think.
"Drop him."
Yammy opened his arm and Grimmjow crumpled to the floor, a catlike smile on his unconscious face. Ulquiorra bent down and picked a leaf out of Grimmjow's face teeth. He sniffed it and held it away from his face, crushing it in his hand.
"Someone found catnip strong enough to make Grimmjow go haywire. Or, should I say, panther-nip."'
Sitting in front of the TV monitors, watching the whole situation with a bucket of popcorn, Ichimaru Gin couldn't resist smiling an even creepier smile than usual. Oh, what fun the stuck up Espada were.
