Immunity: Mother Knows Best

Hello young men and girls. Gabriel’s mother here. Would anyone like me to make them a sandwich? Oh, I forgot, I’m dead. It’s tough to make sandwiches when skin falls into the mayonnaise.

I’m here to judge for my dear murderous boy. So let’s get right to it, shall we?

Molly, such a cute girl. I apologize my son brutallhttp://www.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=50530638747405971
Edit Postsy murdered your family and tried to do the same to you. Is there a reason you’re trying to court the man who did such a thing? I mean, I know my son’s quite the dreamboat, but still…
Anyways, thanks for the brownies. They’ll kill my diabetic ghost.

Nathan Petrelli, you’re a fantasy right out of a romance novel. I don’t appreciate your distraction, but I can understand. I, too, used to lust over hot young girls, and made them sandwiches. The sandwiches always led to passionate nights. That’s right. Gabriel had to get it from somewhere, didn’t he?

Audrey Hanson, I thank you for bringing me some zombie company. I love Zombie Elvis! And it looks like years of decomposing is the best way to diet. Looks like death’ll be a good way for me to shed all those sandwich pounds.

West, you ate my wonderful tuna sandwiches. It is good for your brain, like I said, and we need the best brains for my Gabriel, as he’s a growing boy. And thank you for the sensual feeding. I hadn’t felt so close to anyone since my days cheating on Gabriel’s father with his cheerleading coach.

Cyclops, your blindness works out well for me. Not often do zombie women have a chance of a threeway with a mutant and their homicidal son. I, too, hope for that someday. We could commemorate it with a snow globe.

Noah Bennet, I am sorry I couldn’t be there physically with you. I wanted to slowly shuffle and moan threateningly at you for capturing my baby. But then you played Twister with me, and I completely forgot about my zombie vengeance with all the spiritual fun we had.

Maya, you were so modest, wearing your little sackcloth, trying to impress me. Your burning of everything reminded me of my little Gabriel, burning down schools and churches as a boy. Oh how cute he was, and how we used to laugh at his antics.

Adam, you’ve spent time in a coffin too, and I like you for that. It’s a little like a snow globe, isn’t it? Anyways, you abandoned me, like so many other men do, whether it be Gabriel’s father, for my unhealthy snow globe obsession, or Gabriel, murdering me because I’m a crazy sandwich maker, every man abandons me…Thank you for bringing back such fond memories.

So, then, who do I choose?

Maya, you’re the one I chose for my Gabriel. Not only are you modest, but you have a wonderful fashion sense with your sackcloth. And you eat healthily and lightly. Rat droppings and insects will keep you nice and thin for my Gabriel, not to mention keeps my cadaver clean. But most importantly, you’re either insane, or you a woman in a never-ending period. Either is fine, because my Gabriel is both of those things. Well, he acts like both, anyways. That makes you the perfect murderous couple.

OMG, thanks mom! I’m glad you bonded with my ex. Maybe she’s the one for me after all! We could kill so many people together, how romantic it would be! Anyways, go ahead and send in your votes for elimination to me, Sylar! Good luck everyone, and thanks for entertaining mommy! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a corpse to throw in a ditch!