"Bah." Zaraki gestured dismissively. Everyone except Unohana ducked.
"The solution is simple," Kurotsuchi hissed. "Install a steel plate in his skull. I'll be glad to perform the operation myself . . ."
Ikkaku tried to hide under the sheets.
Zaraki dangled Yachiru by the scruff of her neck. "Now you listen here. No more chewing on the moron's head. I don't care how shiny it is."
"But he makes funny squeaky noises," Yachiru whined.
"Hard luck," Zaraki growled.
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