Sparda, you, and the boys were going against each other in a race, Dante was riding a nice red motorcycle, while Vergil was riding a strong horse, and you, were in the drivers side of Sparda' purple Lamborghini and Sparda sat in the passenger side letting you drive, and Dante your youngest son spoke up.

Dante: "Ready to race? Loser has to pay for the winner's meal for a month!"

He spoke with arrogance and a smirk he then looked over at you and Sparda and spoke up again.

Dante: "Yo Dad!, Are you letting mom drive cause you're afraid you'll lose?"

Sparda then smirked and leaned against the door slightly, his blue eyes closed, his white hair slicked back, his golden monocle staying on his face, and he spoke up in his elegant voice.

Sparda: "Hardly. You misjudged your mother's expertise, Dante. Whether your mother drives or rides, she does both exellently."

Dante groaned, seemingly disgusted, and he spoke up.

Dante: "For the love of pizza! I really don't need to know that, dad! And mom!! Don't encourage him!!"

Vergil groaned and mumbled.

Vergil: "Awkward, can we just...move on to the race?.."