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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (Looking at his left arm, right arm and index finger out)
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: Just writing on my arm. “I AM...”
Sylar and I: AWESOME!
(Both giggle like little girls)
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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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: WHAT?! (Growling)
Me: (Looking around the room, everything is messed up.) What happened in here?
Sylar: I’M SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW!
Me: Why?
Sylar: OPRAH IS CANCELLING HER SHOW!
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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
Me: Do you want to go watch a movie with me?
Sylar: Which movie?
Me: Paranormal Activity, it’s supposed to be super scary.
Sylar: HA! I laugh at that idea of being scared. I’m not scared of anything!
(End of the movie, I get up to leave, look over at Sylar, in the fetal position in his chair)
Me: Are you okay?
Sylar: (rocking back and forth) I won’t be able to sleep tonight...Go call the Haitian!
Me: (Phoning the Haitian) can you come to the movie theatre? Mhmm, Paranormal Activity. I know right? Okay, bye. He can’t come tonight
(2 am in the morning, with the Haitian, outside Sylar’s house)
Me: (Whispering) did you get the baby powder? And the Dinosaur claw?
The Haitian: Yes, are you sure he won’t kill you for doing this?
Me: If he wanted to kill me, he could have done so a long time ago. Come on, let’s go.
(Carefully put the baby powder and made the footprints. Now the waiting game)
Sylar: AHHH!! OH MY GOD!!!!
(The Haitian and I giggle)
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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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: MUWHAHAHAHA TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!
Me: (Opens the kitchen door) what are you doing? (Looks at Sylar with his mouth open, about to take a bite out of his cereal)
Sylar: WHAT? I’M A SERIAL KILLER! DUH.
Me: -_-
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