Dante and Vergil were at it again, and neither seemed to be able to beat the other. "Let's rest," Dante suggested. Vergil nodded, and they sat down and glared at each other for a while. "Where do all those swords come from?" Dante finally asked.
"Well, if you must know, my coat is not only cooler than yours, but it has endless storage where I can keep all my swords," Vergil said proudly.
"That's all? Mine can do that too, only I can store infinite amounts of bullets for the Ebony and Ivory. And guns are much better than magic swords," Dante said proudly.
"Well, I can store hair gel in it too, that's why my hair is so easy to spike up. And chicks dig spiky hair," Vergil replied haughtily.
"I can store motorcycles in mine, and chicks dig guys on motorcycles," Dante replied even more haughtily.
"You claim to have fangirls, so why don't you have a girlfriend?" Vergil asked with a smirk.
"It's cause demons keep eating them! And the ones that demons don't eat I owe tons of money to!" Dante sobbed. Vergil sighed, if Dante just cried over his lack of girlfriends through their entire fight, it would make the fight less of a challenge and less fun. So he had to make him feel better.
"Here, have a pizza," Vergil said as he pulled a pizza out of his coat.
"Yay!" Dante exclaimed. After he finished the pizza he sighed in defeat and said, "Vergil, you win, I'll admit it, your coat is better than mine. I've never had a pizza in mine." Vergil grinned triumphantly. "Now let's see who's really better!" Dante yelled as he rushed at Vergil.
"You're on!" Vergil yelled as he rushed at Dante.
