The camera focused on a blank sign, and suddenly it flipped over. There was of a stick figure, with spiky hair. It had exes for eyes, and was hanging from a nose. A very shrill voice was heard. "What the hell do you think you are doing!"

"I am officially voicing my opinion about the small taicho," the voice stated, as Rangiku suddenly zoomed out to view the twelfth division captain, sticking out his tongue, and rolling his eyes.

"Umm... this is supposed to be a video of what you like about Hitsugaya Taicho," Orihime commented from the side."

"Like?" The taicho suddenly tossed his picture onto the ground and began to stop on it. "I don't like anything about that little brat! Everyone thinks he is so special, so smart! I tell you, he isn't! He's very stupid, naive, ignorant of the things that go on around them!"

"Excuse me!" Matsumoto was becoming mad.

"He thinks he's so great, and he gets away with so much!" the taicho stated, continuing to stomp on the picture. "I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! ..."

"Orihime... I think it is time for us to leave..." Rangiku let out a sigh.

"Umm... do you know the way out of the eleventh division," Orihime asked.