"Feel free," she said, glaring at him. "If I did it, I might have to put in for a transfer."

Not that that didn't sound appealing, at the moment. Working under Nel, or Halibel, or even Nnoitra seemed more appealing than suffering Yylfordt's teddy-throwing tantrums.

"Ni'm vomd e twat," she bit out, not giving a toss that nobody else in the room could understand her. "Uw ni zem era lyhi yw e pussy ni't nefi dy zeq num fuckin' cubm."