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Niagra Falls skit Heroes styleBased off a sketch the Three Stooges do in one of their episodes! <3
Matt: (bumps into Sylar) Sorry, pal!
Sylar: Pal....its been a while since Ive been called pal.
Matt: (recognizes him as Sylar) Wait! Arent you that serial killer? (backs away)
Sylar: I havent always been a serial killer.....I was normal once, just like you. Would you like to hear my story?
Matt: Not re
Sylar: Many years ago I went by the name of...Gabriel. I had a family--a mother, a father. I even had a stuffed animal. Mr. BunBun. I loved that stuffed animal. One day, I lost it. I lost Mr. BunBun, never to see him again.
Matt: Wait--was it pink?
Matt: Was it fluffy?
Matt: Did it have chew marks around the edges of the ears because you used to gnaw it whilst asleep?
Sylar: Yes yes!! Do you have him?!
Matt: Nope was just an educated guess.
Sylar: Oh. Anyway...after losing Mr. BunBun I lost myself. To hear my own name drove me insane. To me, Ga
Knowledge Chapter One"Any last words?"
She keeps staring at me, that....that awestruck look in her eyes. Whats this girls problem?
You know I dont have any powers, right?
God, that arrogance!
You know who I am. You know where I am. Do you honestly think Id let you leave alive? Youre disposable to me.
She smilessmiles!and says, If you really thought that Id be already dead.
My turn to be sarcastic. Oh, really? Because I was under the impression that I was being humane, giving you some last wishes.
Somethinga memory, perhaps?flashed across her eyes. Nonetheless she remained looking content where she was, tied to a chair in my apartment.
Sylar! That startles her a bit.
Sylar. I can help you.
I feel my eyebrow raise but suppress it. Too human. You have no powers; you already pointed that out to me. What use would you be to me?
Worth Dying ForI've dreamed of kissing Elizabeth for God knows how many years.
With the knowledge that this may be the last time we will ever meet, I summon up courage from the depths of my soul and do it.
I kiss her.
It's...what's the word?...bittersweet. She didn't kiss back. That was to be expected; nonetheless, it hurt. There was once a time when I thought she cared for me as much as I her...
I hope we never see each other again. There's no doubt she'll tell William of my deed. William. My poor heart cannot take another blow such as seeing them together.
But there's still time, no sailor has noticed our leaving, I can turn around and go with her!
No; it is my duty to protect her from any sailors who approach us, and protect her I shall.
I'm going to have to eventually cut the rope and sever my chances of leaving with her; she'll proabably turn around and insist on fighting with me, granted the sailor comes back. I won't let that happen. She is safe now. Who knows if that sailor even raised
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