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?
Possibly the only place a man like me could get a wench.
Theyre drunk, they dont give a damn what you look like.
Could be goddamn Davy Jones and they wouldnt refuse you!
God, how I miss you.
Whatever happened to in sickness and in health?
This isnt even a sickness!
But no, you needed to have a perfect spouse,
unmarked by ink or blade.
In other words,
Ugh, it hurts.
Throbs like bloody hell.
And my eyesight goes in three, two, o
there it goes.
And here come tears?
Goddamn hate bloody pirates!
Gorgeous, raven-haired captain.
Smith, her name was.
Fought like a brute, she did.
Awfully protective of that bitch, too.
That one goddamn slash hurt more than any injury Ive sustained in the Navy!
Like bloody hell it will!
My bloody arse, itll heal.
Hasnt even faded yet!
sure as hell goes by longer with a broken heart.
Ow ow ow ow ow.
Why does this blasted sun have to be so bright?
Why does the bottom of the ocean even have sunlight?
Is the Locker even at the bottom of the ocean?...
No! No, no, no, no, no! I am not in the Locker.
Captain Jack Sparrow is not going to spend his eternity in some
bloody desert with blinding sunlight and rocks that stalk your every bloody...
The sun is gone?
The Pearl...is moving?
Blasted crew is mutinying against me! Again!
I should catch up to it.
Really should catch up to it.