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I like to go out with a laugh.

Ichigo let loose another getsuga tensho. It traveled across the barren plain of Urahara's underground training facility, exploding a rock formation off in the distance.

"Your muscles are far too stiff for you to be able to control the blast effectively." Yoruichi chided "You have to relax." Yoruichi grinned as her eye's flashed mischievously. "When was the last time you got any?"

"Any what?" Ichigo asked, relaxing his stance.

"You know..sex?" Yoruichi asked, shrugging.

"What type of question is that to ask someone my age?" Ichigo shouted.

"Judging by that reaction, I take it that the answer is never?" Yoruichi eyed him curiously.

"Of course the answer is never! I'm still a minor!" Ichigo replied indignantly.

"Whew!" Yoruichi sighed. "That's a relief to hear. I was beginning to think I was the last person to…" Yoruichi turned and walked off before she finished her sentenced, leaving a very confused Ichigo to wonder what the hell just happened.

There you have it folks; the end of this fic. Tell me what you though. Please do not hold back. I'm more interested in criticism than praise. I can't improve if I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

I would like to thank all of you who read and reviewed this and I hope to have your continued support. I honestly didn't expect this to be so popular.

While this is the end of this fic, it is not the end of this plot arc. The squeal, By Torpedo or Crohn's, is complete.