As I make my way down the hallways of my captivity, I find it highly amusing watching some of the others trying to figure out these so called riddles. Apparently from what I was informed that a character, proclaiming themselves to be the Phoenix Riddler, has stolen our swords.

As irritated as I am that Pantera is not by my side, that damn fire chicken can’t do much with it. Instead I see they are enjoying tormenting the others. Take for instance, as I walk by the mutts room, his whiney bitch is throwing a temper tantrum. He may want to put a diaper on that. While on the other hand you got Ulquiorra who’s complexion, well let’s just say him and Casper are at war to see who is the most pale. *wide grins*

Moving over to piece of trash woman Halibel, she couldn’t figure the damn thing out on her own with combining the power of Estrogen and getting an answer. Too much of that bullshit in one area. Yammy, the damn dolt, you can find picking his nose and scratching his fat ass trying to understand the first sentence of his so called riddle.

Where as Aizen….you know fuck him. I don’t give a damn what is going on with him. .

Right now, I am just going to let time pass and wait for my turn. It’s rather fucking boring around here without any ants to step on. This woman, the riddler, I’ll wait patiently for my turn and enjoy digging my claws into her sooner or later. Until then Pantera will just have to wait.