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[petit_shinigami]

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The mariachi band wasn't worth it. Ulquiorra sucks on the Mexican guitar. And refuses to wear a sombrero.

Nell chewed on my mask.

I have the urge to bake.

And redesign Las Noches's interior using sand bunnies.

Comments

[mindreader_eh]

What about some Red Velvet Cake?

[petit_shinigami]

I don't think Hueco Mundo has the right amount of red food coloring.

[mindreader_eh]

Black Forest Cake, then?

[petit_shinigami]

Does that involve coconut?

[mindreader_eh]

No. Chocolate, whipped cream, and cherries.

[petit_shinigami]

I suppose that's arrancar-ly enough.

[mindreader_eh]

Think you'll start up an arrancar bakery~?

[petit_shinigami]

That's too shinigami. We're more hardcore. We might open a ring of butcheries.

[mindreader_eh]

Damn.

How about a chain of barbecue places instead?

[petit_shinigami]

Well we would offer barbecue sauce with the meat.

[mindreader_eh]

Make it a do-it-yourself deal?

[petit_shinigami]

People are too fat. They don't need more service to make them lazy.

[mindreader_eh]

You think they'll expend enough energy pouring on barbecue sauce for it to make a difference~?

[petit_shinigami]

I was more hoping they'd find themselves too lazy, eat the raw meat, contract a disease, and die instead.

[mindreader_eh]

Before you go back to normal, I'll have to introduce you to my cult member friends. They'd love that idea.

[petit_shinigami]

You have cult member friends?