"Damn riddles... That bastard's all cocky with his stupid poems. I better find my sword damn soon or he's going to die. Literally."
Yammy wandered around the corridors of Las Noches, mulling over the answer to his first riddle.
"'Time.' What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!?!" He plopped down to think to himself. Alongside of him, his loyal canine companion followed his master's footsteps, making "pit stops" along the way. "What the heck did I feed you...?" Yammy grumbled to himself. "Bark! Bark bark bark!" Taco chimed in Yammy's thoughts wagging his tail with contentment.
"Shut it, Taco!! ...Hmm... Time. Time. ... ... Time. Time time timetimetimetimeTIMETIMETIME....Grrrrr" Frustrated, Yammy bellowed aloud and punched a gaping hole through several connecting walls with his bala. "All this to find yet another riddle..."
When the dust from his destructive blow settled, Yammy noticed what appeared to be a clock in the distance. "Hmm... Where am I exactly?" He looked around and recognized the hall. "This is Barragan's area. That old geezer will be pissed when he finds out I messed up his halls. HAHA OH WELL!!"
Yammy walked toward the would-be clock to find out that it was actually much larger than it appeared at a distance. "This must be Barragan's grandfather clock." It was adorned with gold hands and a crystal face. Different jewels adorned it. In the middle of the clock was a skull's face, no doubt in homage to Barragan's own ego, and the pendulum of the clock consisted of skeleton arms. "What a friggin' creepy dude." The giant Decima ripped open the clock's doors to find another slip of paper.
He picked up the slip of paper and grinned. "So, another riddle. I'm one step closer to finding my fork... I MEAN my zanpakutou! Hehehe Let's go, Taco, before that ol' geezer gets back. While you're at it, leave him a little present too."
