Title: Got the Urge to Herbal

Author: Bad Cutlery

Title: Got the Urge to Herbal?

Archive: Fanfiction.net and Hujoshi Paradise

Rating: PG (?)

Warnings: A product of NCT's 30 minute fic idea and my twisted mind (I actually know the song, now how sad is that?). OOC, humor, yaoi hints. This was a major one shot, so if you find typos, could you kindly point them out to me?

I don't own GW or Clairol Herbal Essences Shampoo or the commercial for it. For best results- If you know the song, sing it, it helps.

Got the Urge to Herbal?

"Mr. Chang, I urge you to continue!" Judge Maxwell told the prosecutioner.

"Urge? Urge?" Mr. Wufei Chang asked.

Suddenly, the room becomes dim. Wufei sits down in a handy chair that has miraculously appeared in the middle of the courtroom.

"I've got the URGE!" he sings.

Two handsome, muscular men crash through the doors at the back of the room. One is wearing a spandex catsuit and the other has painted on jeans and suspenders, both have rippling muscles that could obviously be seen through their skintight outfits. Both scream at the same time:

"He's got the URGE to Herbal!"

The men stalk up to Wufei and begin to shampoo his hair. They spin him around as water starts to pour from the ceiling.

"He's got the Herbal in the shower, for another half an hour!"

The dude with messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes sings in a low voice,

"He's got the urge!"

The other chimes in,

"Natural botanicals!"

The guys continue to shampoo Wufei's hair and by that time, Wufei is screaming things like "Oh yes!" and "URGE!"

Judge Maxwell gapes at Wufei and the hot guys. Then he regains his composure and tries to get their attention by screaming, "Order! Order!"

The guys start to sing again…

"He's got the urge to herbal!"

As they finish rinsing Wufei's hair with the water that is mysteriously coming from the ceiling, the lights come up.

The next thing you know, the hotties have left the courtroom, much to the disappointment of Wufei, Judge Maxwell, and several audience members. The chair also disappears and Wufei stands up, shaking out his now dry hair.

Judge Maxwell looks at him and coughs.

"If you are fully ready, Mr. Chang, will you please continue?"

In the second row of benches in the audience, a little blond man sits with a bottle in his hand.

He holds it up and says in an accented voice, "I hope those boys come with the body wash!"