Immunity: The Darkness of a Battle Metaphorical of the Iraq War

Guest Judge, Peter Petrelli

Well, when my spirits lifted to the apex of the heavens when I receieved Sylar's letter about my brother, they were only to shoot down to the depths of a plumber's butt crack. Yes, there was indeed no cure to my brother's gunshot wound in the desert. Only deranged, homicidal Heroes...and an X-Man...and two powerless Heroes. They would be no match for me, except for the fact that my emotions and trust always get the better of me. Like when I trusted Adam and didn't read his mind even after multiple people had told me of his evil.

So let me explain how the battle went for you four contestants.

West, you did so little. I mean, you have the power to fly. Think of the possibilities. You could, uh, fly circles around them or something, like vultures around a dying marmoset. But my ally, Richard Simmons is fearful, and to fall to him is nothing to be ashamed of.

Noah, our battle was short, for I had a life and death struggle with Sylar. But from what I saw and heard, you were masterful. The cheesecake attack was genius. As genius as lyrics about girlfriends leaving me. And that's pretty genius. I mean, just think how deep that stuff is. Mind boggling.

Agent Audrey Hanson, you know my kryptonite. Confusing my fragile mind = exploding Peter's. And it doesn't take much. Just the other day I was having a conversation with my unconscious brother and it confused me so much that I nearly exploded. So I punched myself in the face and that fixed that. Oh, and your battle with Dark Audrey, AKA Jack Baeur was epic. How did you stop those mirrored movements?!

Finally, we come to Cyclops, who also happens to be...the winner of immunity this week! I didn't get to fight you, save for a blast in the face, which I might add, was quite hurtful to my fragile emotional being. But the unconsciousness did provide me a refuge from my constant pain from having my brother being shot. It's like the weight of 1000 caribou, pressing down on my fragile chest, and breaking my heart because, well, 1000 caribous are heavy and would crush my chest cavity.

But, apart from that, your battle with Richard Simmons was grand. Tricking him by intentionally losing strip poker in order to take your visor off, how clever! You're earned your immunity from this round. Now, contestants, send in your votes to Sylar before Monday at midnight, with your choice for elimination!