"A mental evaluation?" repeated Grimmjow. "What the hell?"
"Lord Aizen requested a complete check of his elite fighting force," Tousen replied, in his usual calm tone. "As well as the obvious physical examinations you've all been undergoing –"
"What physical examinations?" Yammy interrupted. "We never had any, as far as I can remember."
"He obviously means that while we have been fighting each other and the soul reapers our fighting ability has been gaged and assessed," Ulquiorra said. "Only an idiot would not have guessed that by now."
"Are you calling me an idiot?"
"Was that not obvious?"
"I do not need a mental exam!" announced Szayel Aporro, fingertips of his right hand resting on his chest while the other lay on his lap. "I am perfect in all aspects!"
"I think a mental exam – would be perfect for you," said Aaroniero, its voice suddenly turning deep and manly half way through the sentence.
Hallibel glanced over at the two Espada and then looked away, rolling her eyes. She returned her attention to the chocolate-skinned man at the head of the table, and spoke.
"We do not have any therapists here in Las Noches," she pointed out, "So who will perform these checks?"
"I'm glad you asked!" said a new voice, one the Espada were all painfully familiar with. The man sidestepped out from behind the tall-backed chair he had apparently been standing behind, unnoticed, for the duration of the meeting.
"Hello, everyone," said Gin Ichimaru, the grin on his face promising a psychological hell.
"Oh crap," said Noitora.