Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (Eating a cupcake) WOT?!
Me: How do eat such bad things and still have a nice body?
Sylar: (swallows) well I did run to the bakery to get this cupcake! (takes out some chocolate)
Me: Whoa! Slow down there. Why are you eating so much?
Sylar: Don’t you know? It’s eat what you want day!
Me: Okay...go easy on the sweets though. I’ll talk to you later!
(20 minutes later, my phone rings)
Me: Hello?
Sylar: (sounding like he’s in pain) hello? Can you come over?
Me: Yeah. I’ll be there in 10 minutes
(At his house)
Me: (Sees him on the couch clutching his stomach with a lollipop in his mouth) I TOLD YOU TO GO EASY ON THE FOOD!
Sylar: I has a stomach ache!
Me: (sighs, goes to his bathroom to grab Pepto Bismol) here.
Sylar: (Drinks the whole bottle) that didn’t help... (pulls his shirt up, he has this huge open wound)
Me: WHAT HAPPENED? WHY AREN’T YOU HEALING?!
Sylar: (groans) I went to the zoo and I dropped my chocolate bar in the lions cage so I went to get it...
Me: -_- We need to get you to the hospital!
Sylar: No wait... (looks down, the wound heals) Huh. It must be all that sugar. It must have slowed it down...
Me: No more sweet stuff for you mister!
Sylar: fine. (starts to fake cry, looks at me and smiles)
Me: That candy made you crazy.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: WHAT?!!!!?!?!?!
Me: (Looks him up and down) something is different with you. Did you cut your hair or something?
Sylar: No, I’m not wearing... (His cell phone rings) Hello? Oh hey!
Me: Not wearing what? NOT WEARING WHAT?!
Sylar: (on his phone, ignoring me) yes, sure. No I can’t. (Turns his back to me)
Me: SYLAAAARRR! FINISH YOUR SENTENCE!
Sylar: (Still on the phone, continuing to ignore me) yes, I can still talk for 20 minutes. Unlimited plan. For around 30 bucks. I know!
Me: -_- COME ON SYLAR! (stands back) wow, why should I care about what he isn’t wearing? (Looks at Sylar)
Sylar: (on the phone) hey, HELLO? I can’t hear you...hello? (puts phone away)
Me: Hi.
Sylar: Hi. How are you?
Me: Oh you know, just wondering what you were going to say to me before you answered the phone.
Sylar: What are you talking about?
Me: You said you weren’t wearing something.
Sylar: Are you crazy? (Leaves me)
Me: (Confused) What the heck? (turns around to leave, Sylar is right in front of me)
Sylar: I’M NOT WEARING SOCKS! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE (runs away laughing, starts shouting) HAPPY NO SOCKS DAY!
Me: -_-
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Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (singing and playing the ukulele) I just haven’t met you yet! Oohh, da da da...I just haven’t met you yet. (Stops playing and sees me clapping) AHG! What are you doing here? WHY AREN’T YOU UP THERE?!
Me: Why are you playing the ukulele?
Sylar: That’s what the day is today.
Me: Then why are you playing it in front of some random person’s house?
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE?
Me: no...mine is across the street! (Pointing to my house)
Sylar: WHAT?! THEN WHO AM I SINGING TO?!
(A couple head pops out of the second floor windows, it’s a bunch of Sylar fan girls)
Sylar: OH NO. OH NO. OH NO.
(The heads disappear)
Sylar: OH NO. (Looks right and left, looks at me frantically) HIDE ME IN YOUR HOUSE!
Me: (sighs) fine. Let me get my keys...you know, my parents better not be at home or else...
(Sylar starts to run across the street and gets hit by a car)
Me: (sighs) why does this always happen when I’m around? (Starts to slowly walk towards him, looking for cars)
Sylar: (gets up, combs his hair with his hands and tries to calm down the driver who hit him) I’m fine! See look (lifts up his shirt) no scratches, bruises, or... (A whole bunch of fan girls tackle him to the ground)
Me: (Eyes goes wide) OH NO! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?
Sylar: (Starts to get up slowly with a bunch of fan girls hanging on to him) yeah, I’m fine.
Me: (Walks past Sylar, picks up the ukulele) oh you poor ukulele!
Sylar: -_-
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