"Of course I quite agree with the new Customs regulations." Aizen Sousuke patted the well-locked squeaking, wriggling suitcase by his side. "But I don't think human girls are covered, are they?"
The shinigami official checked. "Not a mention, sir. Odd, that."
"Isn't it?" Aizen agreed cheerfully. "By the way, what is that noise down there?"
"Slight problem, sir. Couple of presumed terrorists attempting to import liquids they claim are alcohol and cough mixtures into Seireitai. Naturally they've been arrested."
"Oh dear," Aizen said, watching a familiar pair of Captains being dragged away struggling. "Some people will try anything, won't they?"
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