Grimmjow: thank you AppleDoodle for the idea for the poem.

TGS: that's nice of you …Grimmy Kitty.

Grimmjow: I'm going to kill…*CRASH!*

*Grimmjow out cold on the floor, dart in neck*

PH: You're scary

TGS:Get to work! This poem is called The Thrill of The Hunt

Once it begins

It will only end

With death.

But who dies?

The hunter?

The hunted?

Both?

Will the tables turn?

How much blood will spill?No matter the result…

It will be the thrill of the hunt

That matters most.

*Ulquiorra walks in*

TGS: Ulquiorra would you be so kind and take out the trash?

*points to the out cold grimmjow*

Ulquiorra: yes, Sage-sama. Sage-sama owns nothing from bleach.

*Takes out the trash*