..NOT!
I could not help myself. I just had to right more.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Yammy-kun?"
"Silence, you sniveling piece of arse!"
Yammy promptly pimp slapped Aaroneiro hard across the face (or rather, tube thing) before picking up his video camera again, grumbling incoherently as he rubbed his tender arse. Aaroniero's eyes lit up at the 'gesture of affection'.
"Oh Yammy-"
"Really. No. Now start! The camera is EEERRROOLLING!!!" screamed Yammy erratically as he threw Aaroniero down the hall of Los Noches.
"CRIKEY MATES! Okay, listen up! I'm going to be your hear's Croc 'Unter for today!" began Aaroniero in a ridiculously over the top Australian accent.
The author sighed as she reminisced the world's misunderstanding of the Australian's accent..
GOD DAMNIT WE DON'T EVEN SAY 'SHRIMP ON THE BARBY'' WHO THE FUCK EATS SHRIMP OFF A BARBY?? I MEAN PRAWNS OKAY BUT SHRIMP??
"Can you hear something?" whispered Yammy, his eyes growing fearful. Aaroniero puffed out his chest and stood protectively in front of his Yammy.
"It sounds like.. an enraged Australian girl!" he declared, ripping off his Arrancar robe to reveal khaki pants, shirt and a ridiculous safari hat. Facing the camera, his eyes alight with adventure, Aaroniero began mumbling in a soft voice,
"The Australian Teenage Girl is not to be taken for granted. These sheila's can reach a decimal of up to over 9000 volts! And they pack one hell of a punch!"
Yammy's eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Over... nine... thousand?"
"Who said my name, bitches? Bitches don't know my name!" Tousen leapt out of the shadows and began to arse rape Yammy in front of Aaroniero's horrified yet perverted eyes.
"Crikey! These two are goin' at it!" he squealed, picking up the camera and hurtling it at Tousen's head.
"We said over nine THOUSAND, not over nine TOUSENDS! GET OFF ME!" shrieked Yammy at his perverted butt seckser. Grumbling, Tousen slipped creepily back into the shadows.
Evil laughter echoed through out the halls of Los Noches, causing Aaroniero's erection to snap back into place like a sniveling dog tucks its tail between its hind legs.
"You got what you deserved you little cock-suckers! Show you to try and impersonate an Australian accent!" drawled a feminine voice as Yammy's eyes started to bleed.
"She sounds weird, Aaroniero! Go kill her!" he cried, hiding behind Aaroniero. He puffed out his chest even further, upon which a sparrow flew into the hallway and pierced his inflatable muscle suit, causing Aaroniero to blast off into the ceiling above at a speed over 300km/s.
"Yay Aaroniero!" squealed Yammy as he ran off to apply more anal rash cream to his behind.
"KYEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!" screamed Aaroniero as he hurtled toward the roof. "DAMN UNTRUSTWORTHY INFLATABLE SUIT! AIZEN-SAMA, SAVE ME!!!"
Meanwhile...
Aizen's ears twitched as he awoke from a drunken escapade from the night before, and promptly kicked Gin off of his dick.
"Gin... do you ever get the feeling that someone is trapped in an inflatable muscle suit that is flying at 300km/s and crying out your name for help?" he asked his subordinate. Gin shrugged his shoulders.
"No?"
Aizen's eyes narrowed.
"Okay then."
Grimmjow looked in delight as the plan unfoiled before his eyes. What plan? Who the fuck knows. He sure as hell didn't.
Stupid bitch Ulquiorra had told him to fuck off out of his room like a horny gazelle which Grimmjow did, and the two were now worstest enemies ever.
Stupid skankle fuck Ulquiorra!
Stupid skankle fucking penguin clown fucker!
Grimmjow glared, watching mayhem unfold.
"Ah yes.. they thought this was going to be an innocent one-chapter crack story, didn't they? Mindless fools!" he paused to laugh dramatically, "I am the one in charge now! I will make everyone suffer the insufferable OOC crack that this story will become! AND THEN I WILL BE THE ONE TO BECOME EVIL DICTATOR OF THE INTERNETZ!!!"
The laughter became to much and Grimmjow felt a trickle of wee roll down his thigh.
"Fucking hell."
Boxxy stuck her head from around a chair. "Tissue?"
Grimmjow glared.
"Gtfo Boxxy. Just.. gtfo."
Boxxy shrugged her shoulders.
"Whatever. I'm still queen." And then she exploded into 10.5 toasters. Grimmjow grumbled to himself.
"It looks like Aaroniero is about to accidentally into Stark's furnace! My my, the plot changes! KYEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
And then his pubes caught on fire.
Nnoitra smelt something burning.
"That smells an awful lot like burning pubes..." he thought absent mindedly as he continued to walk down the hallway.
Stark frowned. Deciding no one was looking, he crawled into a nearby pot plant, and began to dig his way to freedom.
"Just as planned.."
Halibel was in her room and regretting the death of her Fraccion when she heard it. The unmistakable sound of.. a turkey. Falling to all fours, she began to stealth her way across the room, following the scent of her prey. Having searched 10 days and 10 nights, she decided that, although having found various of the human world's icons, such as the Eiffel Tower, The Statue of Liberty, The Sydney Harbour Bridge and The Giant Sheep, she was not successful in finding a turkey.
Deciding it would be best to cry herself to sleep over the unfortunate endevour, she grabbed a 50 litre bucket of ice cream and began inhaling it at an extreme rate.
Grimmjow was now bored.
"Jees.. I thought things would be a little more interesting around here." he grumbled, taking note of his bland surroundings.
"Oh hello there." a high pitched feminine voice interrupted his thoughts like surprise buttsex as he whirled around, only to be eye fucked by Szayel.
"Guuuhhh! What are you doing here?" shrieked Grimmjow, walking up to him and slapping him across the face with a cold turkey. (Halibel's eyes lit up. The hunt was on again.)
Szayel laughed, and shook his head.
"I'm having a baby. OH HOW DRAMATIC!" he squealed, giving birth to himself suddenly.
Grimmjow's nose wrinkled up.
"So now, I have come on a mission from the author." he said, his eyes darkening considerably as he marched menacingly up to Grimmjow.
"Wh-what? Damnit Grace! How could you betray me as such?!" he yelled into the air.
Szayel pulled something out from behind his back.
Grimmjow held his breath in anticipation.
Szayel then produced...
BAMWTFLOLOMGBBQSHITNUGGETSFAGGLEFUCKNUTTESTICLE!!!!
An egg.
Grimmjow squinted. Szayel looked at him, before cracking the egg open over his head and showering him in gold pixie dust.
"H-hey! What the hell did you do just now?" he cried, trying to brush the shit off. Szayel grinned before humping his way out the door.
"Oh.. just showered you in some Mary Sue dust. HAVE FUN!" he squealed, before imploding.
Grimmjow's eyes widened as his head began spinning 360 degrees.
No.
NO.
NUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!
All of his worst nightmares come alive!! Showered in Sue dust.. it only meant one thing.
"Hello, my Sexta."
Pupils shrinking to the size of an atom, Grimmjow turned around slowly, only to be met by Ulquiorra. Sitting in a windowsill, the night moon shining onto his body, emitting a silver aura around the man as the wind dramatically blew his hair wistful, he twirled a rose in his fingers as he looked at her from behind dark hair seductively.
"Oh fuck no."
This may not be as funny as I needed to throw in SOME sort of plot. I think I'll write a few more chapters.
OF COMPLETE INSANITY
DUN DUN BUMS
