I was having so much fun, you know. My life was perfect. I found the most gorgeous girl in the world, and even if she was a bit of a robot I knew that we had a destiny together. When we pranked that drunk cheerleader the other day, that was the best night of my life. I felt like Claire and I could truly rule the world. She won the accolades of her cheerleading peers, and I felt like I could do anything. And I did. I thought, ‘hey, I’m this awesome alien, I can do whatever I want.’ I threw eggs at Governor Schwarzenegger, took a dump in Jessica Simpson’s swimming pool, and stole a polar bear cub from the San Diego Zoo. Then I rested up a bit, took a shower, and made waffles for my perfect girlfriend.
My Claire is more heartless than any robot can ever be.
She led me like a cow to the slaughter into the evil clutches of the man in the horn-rimmed glasses. But I’ll get mine, because now I know where to find him.
Mark my words, his time on this earth is coming to an end. And I don’t mean that I’m going to send him off in a UFO. I mean I am going to kill him.
Young man, go to your room. NOW!
Have you considered…a hobby? A REAL hobby? Maybe you should like…knit or something. Or someone should drop ritalin in your apple juice. yeesh!
Heidi: You are not the boss of me!
Elle: ‘Hello pot, this is kettle.’
Seriously, look in the mirror here. Your hobbies are drinking, killing people, and stalking Peter. At least I’m not a lush.
FORMER LUSH. I’m…slowly getting help.
My name is Sylar–West i can help you kill him—-as long as you don’t care what happens to Claire after were finished
*super cheerleader pout*
Bye Bye
Hey…Don’t pick on drunk people. Oh. and you can’t fly as fast as i can. so there.