"I don't know how you're controlling us, but it'll never work on my gorgeous zanpakuto," boasted Kurosaki Isshin, strutting around with his hands tucked behind his head, Engetsu doing all the work without his effort.
"The act of observation influences reality," rumbled Leroux, wounded by Isshin's onslaught. "It is a universal truth."
"But you'll never be able to observe Engetsu. He's too awesome for mere retinas to comprehend!"
The Hollow emerged from his nest of masks; they unfolded around him like blooming lotus petals, revealing his true form at last: an angry curse. He fixed a baleful glare on Isshin, and Isshin spun in circles once or twice, looked behind himself in surprise and cooed, "Azakeri-Getsu! I can see you at last! You're so…so…!"
And skipped off chasing dreams.
"Hey," Ichigo called for attention. "Hey! Pentacular! What did that guy do to my dad? He's more fucked in the head than usual, and no one's even hit him yet."