A/N: I realize this chapter is too short, but personally I'm thankful for at least this piece of inspiration, seeing as how I've had virtually none for a long, long time… Anyways, enjoy!

Grimmjow repeatedly banged his head against the wall, trying to wrap his mind around the horrifying piece of information that he had just realized. He was in complete and utter denial.

No, no, no… This can't be… It's just too awful for words…

He tried to say that and prove to himself the news wasn't true.

Yeah, no way it's true… probably just a prank…

Unfortunately, our dear Grimmy only proved the news true.

"Oh, no. I need to go see Granz…" he said, and rushed off.

At his laboratory, Szayel Aporro Granz was having the time of his life dissecting a rat fused with an elephant then fused with the baby of a giraffe and squirrel. So it was reluctantly that he got up to answer the irritating knock on the door.

It's certainly not Nnoitra, or Harribel… probably Grimmjow, Szayel decided to himself, judging solely from the frenzied knocking on the chrome-steel reinforced doors.

Grimmjow jumped in, pushed Szayel away, and then securely snapped the door shut. As if he was afraid of something.

"What?" asked Szayel, not pleased with this unexpected 'guest's' behavior at all.

"I need a favor," he stated, clean and simple.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"I'll owe you one!"

"No."

Grimmy groaned. "Fine, I'll get you the latest Barbie doll and accessories, with the hair dye."

"Deal."

"Thank Heavens. Anyway, this is what I need…"

Two hours later, all the Espada, and some of their fraccion, were gathered outside to observe the spectacle that was a large white building with walls of glass. The colossal size, however, was not what everyone was looking at. They were looking on as the sexta espada Grimmjow appeared to ask the many young new vasto lords a question, and then he cero'd them off. The soundproof walls did not let a sound escape.

Inside, Grimmjow almost feverishly asked the next weak kneed vasto lord, a part of the exequias, the same question he had asked the last hundred or so arrancar. The fool opened his mouth to reply.

"J- Jaggerjaquez, Jaggerjaquez, Jaggerez- no, wait-" said the arrancar, but his protests were silenced by a massive cero.

I think that one pissed his pants, thought Aaroniero from outside the glass room.

Inside the room, the same question had been put to the next rookie.

"Jaggerjaquez, Jaggerquack-quack, oh shi-"

Another cero.

"What the hell is the man trying to do?" wondered Apache out loud.

"Oh, him?" Szayel responded to the lady who he had been sighted together with many a time in the past few weeks…

"He's just trying, in vain may I add, to prove to his feeble brain that he hasn't got an unpronounceable last name."