Wood, my ass! What wood could stand up to one of my hits?

[Grimmjow slams his fist against it hard enough to shake the interior of the closet,but the door itself stays put. Just because they saved him, didn't make him some toy they could play. After a few more strikes, he resigns himself to lean against the back of the closet, folding his arms.]

It's that fuckin' Urahara! That asshole set all of this up just to amuse himself! Tch...Alright, fine. You wanna' talk? Talk. Entertain me.