What I Wanted Most, I Wanted Least
It has happened. The day I've longed for, craved for, has arrived. The man in the horn-rimmed glasses is dead. And yet, I feel worse than ever.
I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong! It turns out there are worse people in this world than him, greater evil threatening people like me and my darling Claire.
I feel trapped and overwhelmed. My plans are all for nothing! What good is a giant robot or an army of polar bears against a secret organization of untold resources? What good is my alien cunning and Claire's strength against inscruitable evil? Should I help Claire mourn her father, or should I at least take some pleasure in the fact that the man who tormented me is dead?
At least some good came about because of the day's events: Claire and I got to spend some one-on-one time in bed. Score! Gentlemen, I've said it before and I'll say it again--if you want a girl to fall in love with you, just humiliate her.
Er...That time that Claire and I humiliated Debbie doesn't count. That was a revenge humiliation, not an I-like-you humiliation. There's a subtle difference.
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Bad,bad boy-go to your room. No wait-that isn't right.
Good for saving Claire though.
Wait, please tell me they got some blood samples from the cheerleader before you flew her off into the sunset. Lives are at stake here!
Do I have to stop hanging out in Claire's room again?
I'm sure Daddy would be very happy to know that you are sort of helping me mourn him. And Muggles, we'll be hanging out in mom and dad's room, so I don't see a problem with you in mine.
I thought Mr. Glasses was like, totally creepy at first too. But then I realized how sexy he was. I'm glad you feel the same way, lol!
How ironic that Sylar's ex-boyfriend was the one to shoot him. At this rate, Mohinder will be responsible for more death by the end of the season than Sylar. lol....
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