A/N: Another short drabble that sprung into my mind, jumping up and down and yelling "Look at me! I'm funny and original! Write me , now!" So you understand I didn't really have a choice.

Disclaimer: Devil May Cry and everything mentioned in this fic are own by Capcom. Except the crude humour. That's mine.

Never Underestimate the Power of the Spurty Side

Lady had never thought it would be so... sticky. She stared down with distaste at the silvery, almost see-through liquid that coated her fingertips.

She brought her fingers up to her nose and cautiously sniffed the substance.

Ugh! It even smells disgusting. How does everyone else put up with this? She pressed her thumb against the liquid, slowly smearing it over her fingers.

Wait a second... Oh. Shit, it's drying, how do I get it off? A small burst of panic ran through her, causing her other hand to squeeze the the object she still held in her hand.

Needless to say, more liquid spurted out, in the general direction of Lady's face.

A few moments later, when she dared open her eyes, she found that she was covered in the stuff. There was even a small drop hanging from her nose.

If Lady had felt mildly panicky before, then her current state could only be described as near-hysterical.

And at that moment, the worst possible thing she could imagine decided to happen.

The door opened, revealing a tall, silver-haired and devilishly handsome half-demon.

The half-demon opened his mouth, but nothing came out, save a small noise of utter confusion. Lady averted her eyes, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.

It was then that the half-demon found his voice.

"Lady?" Vergil said. " Please explain what are you doing with my hair gel?"

END.

A/N: *Sighs* I really should stop writing these things, the jokes probably getting old by now. But still, if you liked it, please please please please review, as all us writers are junkies, and reviews are our crack. If you didn't like it... well... I dunno, just no flames.

"And in the end, everyone is satisfied!"