AN: I'll be honest here. The next two pairs are gonna be pretty short and unfulfilling (I think that's how you spell it). I mean, who even cares about these espada, really? Be honest to yourselves.

FOURTH PAIR: Yammy & Barraggan

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Yammy growled, "What does that shithole think we are? Little kids?"

Barraggan marched over to it and tried his best to sleep on it, "Either way, you're sleeping on the floor."

"What?" Yammy wailed (disturbing, Gin knows), "No! We share!"

The ancient espada stared at the wall facing him, "Why should we? If you have any sense of conduct, you will sleep on the floor."

"Hey! Just because you're a fucking old shit, doesn't mean you get all the fucking good stuff!"

(Just an FWI, the two espada were arguing over a doll's bed. Yes, Gin knows how stupid they are. No, Gin does not feel any remorse or regret once so ever. He lives for this stuff after all.)

Barraggan grunted in response as he stared at the tiny bed, contemplating on just how he was going to sleep on it. Meanwhile, Yammy was going on and on about how lame his luck was. How he ended up with a two inch bed, how he was stuck with an old mother fucker instead of Ulquiorra, how that fucking feline was stuck with his mother fucking jailbait…. Blah, blah, blah. (Gin could care less. And yes, for those who obviously care, Gin is a psychic.)

"This is preposterous." Barraggan said at last, "I'm leaving to get mine. You can take this pathetic excuse for a bed."

Suddenly, a loud, booming voice resounded throughout the drafty room, "Sorry ta say, but ya can't leave."

Barraggan closed his eyes irritably, "Why is that, shinigami?"

"Penalty gaaaaaaaammmeeee!"

"What penalty ga-HEY!"

Meanwhile, Yammy jacked the tiny shit of a bed.

And broke it.

Into pieces.

So in the end, they ended up fighting over the remains.

Gin laughed, spinning around in his office chair after an intake of caffeine (a whole gallon's worth), "All these people are idiots!"

"Says the one who thought potatoes where persimmons." Kaname reminded artlessly.

Gin merely grinned with more mirth, "My point exactly. If a said idiot called another person an idiot, then that's all the more sadder. Ya know what I mean? Having the idiot call you an idiot?"

"You still have no just right to place such a label on these people."

"Don't go 'round bein' a hypocrite." retorted Gin. He pauses for a few seconds, "Then again, ya do hang out with the most stupidest arrancar in all of Los Noches, so I wouldn't be too surprised."