Szayel's eyes rolled so hard he almost got a glimpse of his own brain. "So is the garula." The berserker was well known for constantly butting heads with Grimmjow, which put his intelligence at around about that of shoe leather, and the fire elemental was...

Cute but dim, he believed the phrase was. Nice to look at, but you couldn't have a conversation with him.

Most of the prospective Pulse party were like that. "You fit in well."