J.: Yay Sylar!
Me: ...you're weird.
J.: I just like Sylar.
Me: That's the thing that's weird. If we were translated into Heroes characters, you'd be Sylar and I'd be Hiro. This seems mutually incompatible.
J.: Well I just feel sorry for him. I mean, he busts out of confinement, beats the chick down, eats her brain, and then...NOTHING. That's gotta be so disappointing!
Me: I take it back. I'd be Hiro, and you'd be Peter. But you'd EAT PEOPLE'S BRAINS ANYWAY JUST BECAUSE.
Hiro: You must not do this!
Peter: I must! A woman I love is trapped in the horrible future when the virus rampages!
Me: Wait, wait. And when he destroys the virus so that future can't happen, then sheeeeeee...
J.: ...dies, yes.
Me: HE HASN'T CONSIDERED THIS YET?!
J.: He probably figures she'll be shunted to the new future.
Me: Dude, paradox is a harsh mistress. Like "Crawl, worm, lick my boots and drink my piss" harsh.
Me: HOLY SHIT DID NATHAN'S MOM JUST PUT A HIT ON HIM?!
J.: I THINK SO ZOMG.
Me: Wait, wait. Okay, the last line makes me think she didn't CALL the hit, it was just the company.
J.: Seriously, fuck Bob.
Me: True dat. Although I totally believe Ma Petrelli would pop a cap in both her sons, she's that much of a cold-ass bitch. I just think someone else beat her to it.
J.: YAY SYLAR!