DISCLAIMER: not mine. Not the game thingie, and not bleach (cleaning agent or otherwise)

As the newcomers (i.e. Ichigo and company) entered the room, the room got squishier. To add on, the rest of the arrancar community miraculously arrived within five minutes. The room got even squishier. And its occupants got unhappier. And they were running out of floor space. Seeing it as the best course of action to take, Kiyone sat on the chair behind the desk, seconds after which she got pushed off by Sentarou.

'Get OFF you moustache-y beard-growing lumpy fatso!'

'Why should I?'

''Cuz I got there first.'

'But you got OFF'

'That was because YOU pushed me off! And don't look at me with the bambi-eye thing! Yes I'm talking to YOU, you big fat buffoon, you sorry excuse for a san-seki!'

She started pushing. He sat down hard, folded his arms, pouted and refused to move.

'Get OFF you flabby bambi or I'll SIT on you!'

'Fine.'

'You said it.' And she sat.

'OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!! How HEAVY are you? Really, YOU need slimming! Get off, BowlingBallButt!'

Mastumoto, having miraculously sobered up, reached out a leg and tipped the chair over.

'Shut UP you two, people are trying to PLAY the game thingie.' She gestured to herself and a confused Ichigo, who was surrounded by his good friends the arrancar.

'Get OFF my back, will ya? I'm trying to figure out how on EARTH this thing works okay?'

'But we wanna play TOO!'

'Too bad, there's only space for two of us.'

'But the box says we can play five against five!'

'We don't HAVE ten video game controls!'

Hinamori got up.

'Oh dear,' mumbled a rather polite, sworn-off-swearing person (though actually I have no idea who).

'Shut UP the lot of you! Have none of you numbskulls figured out my life's DREAM to have a PEACEFUL WORLD?? Aren't you ruining it and depressing me about how depressing the world can be? Don't you see it can be BETTER??'

Nemu looked up. 'Personally, I feel that your shouting doesn't exactly make the world a peaceful place either.'

'Shutup I'm EXCEPTIONAL. Don't you realise how IMPORTA—oh wait I said you guys were numbskulls, so you probably won't get ANYTHING at all…'

'Some kinda peaceful world,' mumbled Kenpachi.

'I HEARD that!'

Perched atop Ichigo's head with her knees in front of his neck and her feet on his shoulders and the control in her hands, Rukia spoke.

'YOU shut up. I'm trying to play this thing.'

'YOU get off my head! And give the control back to me!'

'Get it from Matsumoto. She has one too right?'

'But you took mine! Give it back!'

A violent occurrence ensued, miraculously involving Hinamori.

At another corner of the room, where the chair was fought over, something violent seemed to be taking place as well.

As we should all remember what happened in the paragraph before the last, Matsumoto kicked the soutaichou's chair down, as stated before, not while he was in it but two other people.

Strain on the legs of the chair while supporting the weight of two accursedly-heavy people and simultaneously being kicked, obviously, theoretically, it broke. Upon hitting the floor, the seat split into two, causing the backrest to crumble, as seeing how fragile it looked. In short, those of you who have read the fascinating story concerning goldilocks and three rather hairy mammals that had problems with consuming porridge, this must sound pretty familiar, concerning the Amazing Adventures Of Baby Mammal's Poor Little Chair.

Everyone who had ever sat in a similar chair and witnessed what happened to the unfortunate wooden fixture winced as the Amazing Event took place.

'Someone's gonna be really MAD when he finds out…' mumbled one of the distraught onlookers.

'Not if we swap it with yours, he won't,' retorted Kenpachi.

'Then what are we going to say about the chair, whoever's it is, that broke? And more importantly, where am I going to sit?'

'Well then, maybe not yours, spoil-sport-Soifon, we could swap it with one of THEIRS, like, while their still unconscious, example right now.' Kenpachi gestured to the brave army ranks lead by a Dora-The-Explorer-Balloon bearing brave soul, ever willing to inhale helium.

'They'll kill us, or rather you, when they find out.'

'IF they find out. Chances are, they won't. We could just tell whoever we pick that he/she fell over one fine day and so coincidentally fell on it, crumbling it to unrecognizable pieces, unfixable by superglue.'

'I applaud thee for thy lengthy speech, O Wordy One,'

'Oh shut up, Iba.'

'I call for an encore, gentleman.'

'Oh shut up, Oomaeda.'

'Would sir care to give another lengthy speech, O Man of Few Words?'

'Oh shut up, Hitsu—wait HOW MANY OF YOU WERE EAVESDROPPING ON US??'

'Hey, Zaraki Kenpachi coming up with devious evil tactics, and citing off an entire paragraph? Who wouldn't listen?'

'Oh shut up, Renji.'

'O kind caring soul, would thou bother to treat us to a repeat of the until recently unprecedented?'

'Oh shut up, Soifon. And all of you stop talking like old grannies in those ancient storybooks we once caught Rukia reading!'

'It wasn't my fault! How many books does that doofus Ichigo have in his house anyway?'

'As a matter of fact, that doesn't happen to be my book!'

'Then whose is it? The Dust Bunnies' from fairyland?'

'YOURS!!'

'Oh shut up, you guys,' muttered Kenpachi.

'COOL!! KEN-CHAN SAID OH-SHUT-UP SIX TIMES!!'

'Crap. She's not supposed to find out about that kind of language…' mumbled the person in question.

'AND ONE CRAP! Ken-chan, what's it all mean?'

'Sentarou you lump get off my space'

'Kiyone you fatso get off MY space.'

'I am NOT in your space. The half-line we scratched is here, and you're crossing it. I, on the other hand, am not.'

'YOU drew the line! I can bet it's screwed! How can I trust it? Get off so I can check it!'

'YOU get off first!'

'I'm not that stupid you know!'

'AHHA so you admit you ARE stupid!'

'Not as stupid as YOU are.'

'You know as I recall it was YOU who broke the chair.'

'You SCRATCHED a half-line? On the soutaichou's table? You guys are gonna be SO dead…'

'Shut up and stay out of it, Hisagi. This is thirteenth-division matters.'

Rukia jumped onto the table and was greeted with identical glares from her two seniors.

'I'm thirteenth division, aren't i?'

'But since we're all gonna die for not fighting, I might as well join in.'

'AACK HISAGI GET OFF owowow this table can barely fit two people and then now there are four!'

'RUBBER DUCkIE!!' and someone pounced on, increasing the table's population by 25.

'AACK KIRA GET OFF owowow OWW get OFF I said—'

CRACK

'Ooh. I think that was the table. It's CRACKING!'

'Nice deduction, Kuchiki, like we couldn't figure out for ourselves.'

'THAT LOOKS LIKE FUN!!' and Nel jumped on from more than a metre away, knocking Grimmjow into the table as she jumped, sending him crashing into the base of the table as she landed.

Something happened to the table. Theoretically everyone should have been mortally injured, suffering trauma for the rest of their lives, especially Grimmjow. Strangely enough, as the table spontaneously combusted without the fire nobody seemed to be mortally wounded but rather unhappy, having lost their geographically higher status than anyone else in the room.

'I think I hear footsteps. Is someone coming?'

'I dunno. Listen harder.'

Hinamori and Matsumoto held a quiet conversation while playing the game thingie, leaving the combusting and exploding to the males.

'Yep. Someone's coming.'

'I wonder who'

'I was thinking that seireitei was rather quiet today,' said someone as he stepped into room with the combusting table, arguing males (with a few exceptions) and happily enjoying the free show females. That someone immediately took back his words as he stepped in and rephrased them. 'I was thinking that seireitei was rather quiet today WITH EXCEPTION of my division's quarters.'

Many pairs of eyes swivelled around the room to see Choutarou, Aka first division fukutaichou.

'OHhh…dearrrrrr, 'mumbled someone else, and that someone else was right.

Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni (yes, yes, a very long name) stood ominously at what used to be a doorway and looked on at the useless shinigami and arrancar abusing his furniture. 'What, exactly, are you lot DOING?'

'Sir. We're playing this game thing that Kusajishi fukutaichou found in your PS. Oh, wait. She found the PS first. THEN she found the game. So she and taichou played ti and then everyone started coming in, and it got a bit cramped and everyone got a bit grumpy, and we couldn't find any more game consoles for your PS, and so everyone got grumpier, and then they started fighting, and then the—'

'Matsumoto fukutaichou, how long is this story?'

'well, you asked EXACTLY what happened! I'm just telling you exactly what happened according to what I know. If you want the full story you can approach either Kusajishi fukutaichou or taichou, though I think you'd have a lesser chance of dying an unnatural death if you went and asked Yachiru-chan…'

'I HEARD that, you evil being!'

'It's the TRUTH, SHORTY.'

'SHUT UP!'

'You might want to get a bit more sleep. Or jump. Or drink milk or something like that. You might get taller. MIGHT.'

'SHUT UUUUUUUUUP!!' thwack.

'OW!!'

The wrinkled cracked raisin (refer to chapter 1) stared on at the pointless argument between two supposedly very senior officers under his command. He cast a sideward glance at four others among his supposed senior ranks, one of which holding a balloon and debated on whether he should question further. He started to wonder whether he should demote some people and then realised, if he was demoting people because of this gaming incident, which involved his entire army, senior or not, there was nobody to promote.

'So, Kusajishi fukutaichou, what IS this game?'

'You wanna PLAY?? I can play it with you!'

'Sir, according to the calculations I have made, taking your age and intensive flashing lights involved in the game into account, in order not to end up gibbering like those four you see there, you should not play it for more than 0.0946365899532 seconds.'

'AH! NEMU! Thanks for doing the calculations! There's a moral to the story here: don't spend too much time in front of bright flashing lights!'

'THAT'S NOT A MORAL!'

'Then what is it?'

'a LESSON!!'

'INNIT THE SAME??'

The soutaichou suddenly thought of firing the entire Gotei 13 right there and then and start employing people from rukongai.