"Warriors?"  Jimmy's head cocked to the side in hopes that moving it around would get some kind of understanding to come to light.  It didn't.  The part of his mind responsible for figuring things out was at a lost.  It shrugged its shoulders up at him and went back to bed. 

"I"m not a warrior."  The young man pointed at himself.  "REally, I'm not.  I mean look at me."  He looked down and noticed for the first time in........ for the first time there wasn't a large sack of flab hanging in front of me.  "Okay.  Well, don't look at me."  There were questions to be asked but he put them aside for later.  "The point is I can't fight.  I'm not qualified to do it.  I don't even have a weapon or anything."  It was at this point that there was a clang of steel by his feet as a familiar looking blade made its presence known.  "This isn't one of those things that can be argued about" he said, turning to mr. Gold.  "Is it?"

With a sigh he picked up the zanpakto, at least that's what he thought it was, and went over to look at the bulletin bored.  "So, what do we have here?"