Apologies for the EXTREMELY late update! Once you find a baseball bat, you have permission to kill me.
WARNING: MAJOR ORIHIME BASHING AHEAD!
Hueco Mundo Bowl 17: The Sleepover (Of DOOM!)
Note to self: When the dare to "truth or dare" is 'have a sleepover with Orihime,' take the truth.
Aizen sighed and went back to making a voodoo doll or Orihime, taking particular joy in stabbing her eyes. The girl herself had gone to get some coffee, marshmallows, and candy. Aizen didn't WANT to know what that girl would be like on sugar.
"Oh, Aizen-sama! I'm back!" she cried cheerfully as she came back into her room.
"Great..." he heard the door close again. "YES! MAYBE SHE'LL FALL OFF OF A CLIFF!"
"Aizie-poo! I'm baaaaack!" this time, she was carrying two cups of coffee. "Want a cup?"
"Is it poisoned?"
"Oh, you're so silly! I would never!"
Doubtful, Aizen took a sip.
"Okay, maybe I would poison it."
Aizen spat his mouthful out and glared at Orihime. "What the heck is wrong with you?"
"Wrong with who?" another Orihime came into the room, carrying a large bag of popcorn.
"Whoa, what's going on?" Aizen screamed. "IS THE WORLD GOING CRAZY!"
As if on cue, Szayel entered the room, an apologetic smile on his face. "Yeah, it seems that Orihime somehow found her way into my cloning machine. There's about a couple thousand Orihimes running around Las Noches... just thought I'd give you a heads up."
And that, boys and girls, is why Orihime never seems to die quickly enough—her clones take her place. Aren't you glad you read this? You actually learned something.