Devil may clutch his side from tremendous pain of laughter.









Dante had his feet propped up on his desk, reading highlights for kids. Then Trish appeared out of nowhere and said in her head (never trust an author with a 3-letter nickname. Damn Azu and Tak.) She then got her dirt bike and said "Humph. He said a gas-free motorcycle with all terrain. I thought he meant electric. $200 down the proverbial drain." She then walked into devil may cry and Dante said aloud, "Bees like honey." He then put the book down and said, "Hi." That's it. Very quickly and raised his hand while saying it. "Errrr… Oh yeah! Hey, you Dante Sparda?"

"Why?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"Be-CAUSE!"

"Why?"

"BECAUSE, YOU FU**ING RETARD!"

"Why?"

"GOD DAMMIT!" Trish then lost it and then asked sweetly, "Can I have your sword for a second?"

"Sure," he responded. He handed her the Force Edge, then she kicked him in the nads, then threw the sword at his chest.

"Ummm… ow." Was all Dante said. Trish then said, "Suck on this, you mentally handicapped little bastard!"

Dante then said, "Time to go to work, Ebony and Ivory!"

He whipped out two soap bottles, attached to squirt guns, filled with water. He then shot suds at the bike, which shot at the wheels breaking it down, and then it started a chain reaction, destroying any resistance against rapid oxidation. In 1 tenth of a second. This made the bike mysteriously catch on fire, and Dante rolled out of the way, pushing the sword straight through him.

*somewhere in the Alps*

"Yo-de-"

YYYYYYYAAAAARRGHGHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"OWIEES!" Dante whimpered.

"OH! You're TLDKS's retarded child."

"Oh."

R&R for chapter 2!