Good evening, Sylar’s mom, you’re looking well. Can I just call you mom? Sylar’s mom seems so impersonal. Dinner’s just about ready, why don’t we move into the kitchen, I find it a little more intimate.
Your hair looks very nice, where did you have it done? You’re kidding. Oh, it’s fabulous.
Go ahead and have a seat right here, can you pass out all the plates? Great. I know you probably weren’t expecting this, but I invited a couple friends over for dinner as well. Mom, I’d like you to meet Justin. He was my boyfriend in high school until he got a little fresh with me at Makeout Point and I had to shoot him. I think he’s learned his lesson.
And this is my roommate from college, Grace. Yep, she was a great friend, always there for me, wouldn’t have gotten though Biology 101 without her. It’s unfortunate that she got a little too drinky after graduation and had that car accident. Yep we were all young and full of excitement in those days. Nothing was going to stop us. Nothing except a telephone pole, I guess.
What? You invited someone as well? Well that’s quite all right, I made plenty of hamburgers and we certainly have room for one more tonight. Who is it?
Who?
What?
I can’t believe you’d bring him to dinner. I didn’t even know he passed on. No, I haven’t seen him since he ran out on mother and me. Last I heard he was fired from a bowling alley for huffing shoe disinfectant.
Hello, father. I am well. I work for the FBI now on the Sicko Psycho Serial Killer Task Force. So I haven’t seen you since that night at Uncle Walt’s bar. He was gonna give you a job, all you had to do was stand there and hand out beers to the regulars, how could you not keep that job? What do you mean Walt’s a cheat?
Really? That’s so you, that’s unbelievable. So where’d you go after that? Uh huh. Uh huh. What do you mean you two are seeing each other now? Mom, is this true? Fine, whatever.
So how did you die anyway? In a hail of gunfire after robbing a bank? Twenty seven bullets to the chest and back? Wow. Well, like we always say in the Bureau: “It’s the 27th bullet that’ll get you.” So where’d this happen? Where? A sperm bank? And yet they never recovered the evidence. I don’t want to hear any more.
You’re right mom. He’s here to patch things up. I know, I know. Dad, I accept your apology, I know you couldn’t say that when you were still alive. I understand, you’re enlightened now.
Father knows best, huh?
Anyway, I have a surprise for everyone as well. Guess who’s coming to dinner? There’s a certain someone I’ve been seeing and he’ll be here any minute. He’s a musician. I know mom, that’s not a very good way to make a living, I just don’t think he has the skills for clock repair. Oh he’s a great singer, plays a guitar, too. Why he practically invented the whole Memphis sound himself.
Oh, there’s the doorbell, I’ll get it.
Mom, dad, I want you to meet Elvis. He’s my boyfriend.