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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: WHAT NOW?!
Me: (leaning back) Why are you yelling so loud? I’m standing right next to you.
Sylar: I WENT TO THE CONCERT LAST NIGHT AND I STOOD RIGHT IN FRONT OF A SPEAKER!
Me: How’d you get in the front? Did the people realize you were Sylar and moved out of the way?
Sylar: NO! I RECOGNIZED SOME FANGIRLS, THEY FAINTED AT MY SEXYNESS AND IT CLEARED A PATHWAY FOR ME!
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: MERRY CHRISTMAS! WHAT?!
Me: Merry Christmas to you too! LOOK AT WHAT I GOT FOR CHRISTMAS! (Shows him my new dog that looks just like Mr. Muggles)I named him Mister Muggles of course!
Sylar: (Serious face switched to a huge grin) AWWEE. (Mister Muggles licks him) Awe, who’s a good boy! (In a higher pitch) Who’s a good boy! You are! (Starts giggling)
Me: (Starts giggling)
Sylar: (Looks up at me, grin goes back to a serious look) I mean (clears throat) cute dog.
Me: Okay then Sylar. *Smirk*
(Mister Muggles licks Sylar’s face; Sylar breaks into a huge grin)
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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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (Couldn’t hear me, singing) Sylar is coming to town! He's making a list, it’s his ideal; gonna find out who has a power to steal, Sylar is coming to town...
Me: SYLAR!!!
Sylar: (Arm comes up; index finger pops up, moves arm)
(Cutting sound, followed by a huge thump)
Sylar: Girls dream of him when they’re sleeping... (Stops, looks at me) Were you there the whole time?
Me: Yes. (Looks behind his back) I see you are getting your Christmas tree.
Sylar: Yup, freshly cut.
Me: You didn’t finish the song (pouts)
Sylar: (huge grin, takes in a deep breath) Sylar is coming... TOOO TOOWWNNN!
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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Me: What?
Sylar: Why don’t you freak out like I do when you call my name twenty times?
Me: I don’t know actually. What did you want?
Sylar: To give you your Christmas gift (huge grin on his face, runs away giggling)
Me: (Shakes it, rips open the paper, opens the box) what the heck, there is just another box! (Opens the box, leads to another box, this goes on for another 4 minutes)
Me: UGH. Finally! (Super small box, aroma coming off of it, opens the box) HAHAHAHA! OH Sylar. (Takes the Falafel out of the box and eats it)
Sylar: (Faint giggling sounds)
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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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: WHAT?! It’s been a long time since you’ve said my name! WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU?
Me: What? I’VE BEEN BUSY!
Sylar: WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE BUSY WITH? DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW? IS HE AS CUTE AS ME? DOES HE HAVE AWESOME EYEBROWS?! DOES HE WEAR CONVERSE? IS IT BECAUSE I WEAR CHUCKS? OH IT MUST BE THE HAT! HE WEARS FEDORAS!
Me: (Confused look) No! I was busy getting you this! (Pulls out a Christmas present from bag)
Sylar: OH! Um, thanks. I didn’t get you anything.
Me: Oh, don’t worry about it. You freaking out on why I was busy is good enough for me. =]
Sylar: -_-
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