"Hello, my faithful Espada!" Aizen said from the podium. "I'm sure you're all glad to be back for the second Game Night!"

"This sucks."

"Somebody kill me…"

"I had fun burning that litter box."

Aizen ignored all of the rude comments and continued on. "Today, we will be playing a human game called 'Scrabble'. Now the object of the game is to—"

"OOH, SCRAMBLE? AS IN SCRAMBLED EGGS? I LOVE SCRAMBLE! I AM EXCITED!" Interrupted a clueless Yammy.

"HAHA! I CANNOT WAIT TO EAT SOME—"

"Yammy."

"—AND FOR ONCE, I'M ACTUALLY GLAD TO BE—"

"YAMMY!" all of the Espada yelled.

"Yes?" Yammy answered.

Aizen looked ready to do a double face-palm. "It's scrabble, not scramble. It's a human board game."

Yammy looked both embarrassed, upset, and let down. "Oh…okay."

Aizen continued to explain the rules, occasionally having to pause in order to clear up a few things (Yammy was still very clueless). After that was taken care of, Aizen made sure to emphasize that there was absolutely NO cero'ing allowed, even if you did win a crummy prize (like a litter box).

"So…any questions?" Aizen asked.

Ulquiorra raised his hand. "Aizen-sama, how do we know if a word is real or not?"

Aizen let out a half-hearted chuckle. "That's easy! You just look in this, er, human book of words! 'Pictionary', I think is what it's called."

"But what if a word is real, but it's not in this 'Pictionary'?"

"Ha ha! That's crazy! The mighty Pictionary knows all and sees all, what words could it possibly not know?" Aizen asked, holding up the thick book.

"Well, just to name a few, anything that relates to us; Garganta, cero, Espada, Numeros, Ulquiorra—"

"And GRAWESOMENESS!" Grimmjow interjected.

"What?" everyone stared at him.

"Grawesomeness," Grimmjow explained, "It's my favorite word—a cross between 'awesome' and 'Grimmjow', the two best words out there."

Aizen sighed. "No! If a word is not in the all-powerful Pictionary, then you may not use it! And this includes words that you've made up!"

A great, "Awww!" went out across the crowd.

"And NO, Grimmjow, I do not care if the word is in 'your Pictionary'. Now, off you go! It's time to play some Scrabble! No, Yammy, I said Scrabble this time too…"

So on that note, the Espada, Gin, and Tosen split into the same groups of four from last time. Yammy and Tosen's groups immediately started playing, but Ulquiorra, Starrk, Zommari, and Szayel sat there daydreaming until Aizen came over and made them play.

"To use a human's word," Ulquiorra mumbled, "This game SUCKS."

"Agreed," Starrk muttered sleepily.

Just to prove it, Ulquiorra played the word, 'sucks' on his next turn, Starrk played 'bored,' and Szayel played 'stupid'. Zommari just sat there trying to see how far he could fling his Scrabble pieces across the room. Meanwhile, at Grimmjow's table…

"I told you, 'Grawesomeness' is a word!"

"No it's not! And how do you even have enough letters to spell it?"

"Some just magically dropped from the sky! My guardian angel WANTS me to play this word! He sent me these pieces!"

"No, you idiot, that's just Zommari chucking his letters across the room!"

"You LIE!"

"Oh, shut up!"

Unfortunately, things were not much better at Barragan's table.

"Tosen, 'hblfeg' is not a word," Barragan explained, trying very hard to not lose his cool.

"I did not spell 'hblfeg', though," Tosen said, "I spelled 'cat'. And cat is in the dictionary."

"You moron…for one, it's called a 'Pictionary', not whatever you just called it. And second, you did NOT spell 'cat'! Does 'cat' have six letters? No! The word you played did!" At this point, Gin and Harribel were having a hard time concealing their amusement.

"Actually, it is called a Dictionary. Aizen-sama just pronounced it wrong."

"And how would you know?"

"I read it."

"YOU—ARE—BLIND! You can't possibly read if you're blind!"

Halfway through the game, Aizen decided to make some rounds and see how the teams were doing. When he stopped at Ulquiorra's table, he was not very impressed.

"Uh, guys? Why do all of your words consist of synonyms for 'kill', 'hate', and 'stupid'? And why is my name the center word?" Aizen gazed pointedly at his own name, surrounded by the words 'death', 'hatred', 'maul', 'painful', and 'murder'.

Szayel put up a cheesy smile. "We just decided to show our undying pledge of service to you by putting your name in the center, then decided to use our remaining letters to describe what we thought of those idiots at Soul Society."

Aizen clapped his hands. "Excellent! Good job, you four," he said, walking off.

Starrk and Zommari burst out laughing and clapped Szayel on the back for being able to come up with a cover-up that fast, while Ulquiorra barely, just barely smiled.

Back at Grimmjow's table: "NO, AARONIERO, 'TENTACALSOMENESS' IS NOT A WORD!" Nnoitra yelled.

"Yeah!" Grimmjow said. "If 'Grawesomeness' isn't a word, then your stupid 'Tenta-whatever it's called' surely doesn't count."

"But—but—"Aaroniero began.

Just then, Tesla walked in carrying a silk package decorated with a shiny white bow. "Nnoitra-sama, the er, package has arrived from, uh, 'you-know-who'."

Yammy gasped. "You're receiving packages from VOLDEMORT?"

"Oh, shut up, Yammy! Bring it here, Tesla."

Tesla had almost made it to Nnoitra when he tripped over Grimmjow's purposely extended foot, sending both him and the silk parcel flying. When the package landed, it split in two, revealing its contents—a silky black thong.

For a second, everyone just sat there in complete silence, staring at the thong. Then Harribel jumped up and yelled, "Hey, that's mine! Nnoitra, you pervert!" She charged up a cero while the entire room filled with laughter.

"No, seriously, that's not yours! It's MINE!" Nnoitra explained. More silence, then—

"HA HA! NNOITRA WEARS THONGS! WOMEN'S THONGS!"

"SHUT UP, GRIMMJOW!"

"All right, all right, everyone settle down! So what, Nnoitra wears a thong? It's not like it's from Victoria's Secret or anything…" Aizen explained.

"Well, um, actually…"

"Now everyone, get back to your games! We'll be announcing the winners soon, and we've got some fabulous prizes, trust me!"

"You call a litter box fabulous?" Grimmjow muttered under his breath.

"Well," Ulquiorra said, "Can anybody help me think of a synonym for 'retard'?"

"How about 'mental'?" Starrk suggested.

"Excellent. Thank you."

"Or you could just use 'massacre'," Szayel pointed out, "That one hasn't been used yet."

"I think I'll stick with 'mental' because it describes this game perfectly. Though I would like to massacre it…hmm, so many choices," Ulquiorra said.

Just then, Aizen yelled, "TIME!" signifying the end of the game night. Thank goodness. "And now for the prizes! Gin, if you would," The white-haired man stepped up and pulled out the first prize.

"Okay, the winner of third place and a brand new RV is…Starrk!"

Starrk trudged up to the podium. "What the heck is an 'RV'?"

Gin paused for a moment, puzzled. "Uh, I think it stands for something like 'Retarded Vehicle'."

"Um…okay," said Starrk, unwrapping his present, which turned out to be a set of keys.

"The car's out back," Gin explained. "And now, the winner of second place, and a brand new Pictionary is…Tosen!"

There was an awkward silence.

"Where's Tosen?"

"Bathroom. But wait, how come he won a Pictionary? He can't even read!"

Gin sighed. "Aizen's orders. Moving on, the winner of first place is…Nnoitra!"

Nnoitra walked up and opened his prize. "It's a human board game!" Gin said, "It's called 'Dictionary', and the object of the game is to do, um…I forgot. It has something to do with pictures."

"Wait, wait, wait," Nnoitra said, "The titles says 'Pictionary'. You don't think you could've gotten the titles mixed up, do you?"

"Nonsense!" said Aizen, "I'm never wrong! Now off you go, the game night is over! Next time will be—" he paused dramatically—"TRUTH OR DARE!"

Author's Note

First I would just like to say thank you so much to the wonderful 27Steve! Your review inspired me, and this chapter is dedicated to you!

Second, please send in both your truths and your dares. I need some help!

Hope you enjoyed it! Please review.

Later,

-Potterwatcher