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 reSylar: 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?Sylar: Yes...Matt: Was it fluffy?Sylar Yes!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.GabrielSylar! 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?
PeaceSlowly air escapes the room,Pressure builds up high;Only two are trapped inside,Cold and lonely, about to die."'Kay," says one, "I will admit,And say from my true heart,No one'll miss you more than I whenDeath rips us apart."Minutes slowly ticked away as silentConfession after confession turned to words;Crying, he laid down exhausted,Over, and done with, he had been heard.Yet before he let life goBreathily his companion spoke.Ears strained to make it out asSlowly the voice said, cracked and broke:"Though you may not think this honest,Friend, I've always felt the same.Really, I regret the time, then,In which we fought with so much pain.Eternity, however, we'll have in heaven..."No more words were passed between them.Death was quickly overcoming--Silence, at last, had both consumed them.