Yes Ulquiorra? Aizen said with a pleasant smile.
What in your holy name is that... thing that the trash over there brought in from the human world? He asked, gesturing to Nnoitra, who stood in the corner, cuddling a rather large metal box.
It's fer cookin' shit! Nnoitra yelled.
There was an awkward pause, before Ulquiorra said, I see. , with a faint look of disgust on his face. He walked off down the hallway. What on earth were humans thinking, making something like that?
Less than a week later, Nnoitra was standing in front of Aizen, a pissed look on his spoony face.
Aizen, c'n ya keep yer bitch in line? He spat.
Nnoitra, what are you talking about?
Yer fuckin' 4th Espada took a shit in my fuckin' microwave and turned it on!
Aizen nearly felt his jaw drop. Almost. But it didn't because it would be improper for a god to be looking like that. Instead, he turned to the bat, and asked, Ulquiorra, care to explain?
The trash said that contraption was for cooking excrement.
Nnoitra face-palmed, before saying, Jesus, you're fucking stupid. And ya fucked up my goddamn microwave!
It still works, does it not?
But now it smells like ass!