tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-50281021481229437092008-02-29T21:05:00.005-06:002008-02-29T21:20:44.740-06:00<div><div>So, I was draining the main vein when Sylar announced the next challenge. I overheard some of the others talking about having to go on a date with Sylar's mother. They all seemed kind of freaked out. Ha! Wussies. Charming the old ladies is my specialty.<br /><br />As I was walking to my room I realized that if I played my cards right I just might be able to swing a three way. Oh man, that would be hot, doing a sexy chick like Sylar and her mother at the same time. I was getting goose bumps all over just thinking about it. I couldn't even walk straight. I knew I would have to, er, relieve my tension before the big date or I was going to be too much of a wreck to even speak.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7ElxHw3550/R8jLDEwHzcI/AAAAAAAAABE/mJsqA1xwhwk/s1600-h/cyketux.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172607425710640578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" height="299" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n7ElxHw3550/R8jLDEwHzcI/AAAAAAAAABE/mJsqA1xwhwk/s400/cyketux.jpg" width="182" border="0" /></a><br />Once I was again master of my domain, I slipped into this fancy-shmancy outfit the Professor made me rent and headed upstairs for my romantic meal with Sylar's MILF.<br /><br />I got to the room and <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n7ElxHw3550/R8jKpkwHzbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vha4OO47kK8/s1600-h/cyketux.jpg"></a>opened the door. The lighting was very dark and romantic. Two long thin candles flickered on the table. I moved closer, trying to make out Sylar's mom in the shadows. I hesitated. There was like the foulest smell I had ever smelled. Kind of like when the Blob lets rip with a real nasty stink bomb. You know, like after he's just swallowed a tub of KFC extra-crispy with a gallon of Chocolate Chocolate Chip chaser.<br /><br />Anyway, I pinched my nose shut and leaned in close. Suddenly a lightening flash from outside filled the room with blinding light and I got a good look at Sylar's mom. A horrible high-pitched shriek pierced the deafening silence. </div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n7ElxHw3550/R8jLJkwHzdI/AAAAAAAAABM/vizHwHwToiY/s1600-h/batesmotherofint.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172607537379790290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="234" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n7ElxHw3550/R8jLJkwHzdI/AAAAAAAAABM/vizHwHwToiY/s400/batesmotherofint.jpg" width="250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div>I realized the shriek came from me. Slowly I uncurled myself from the fetal position. This is like a totally excellent defensive trick I learned one time when I was getting beat up by some bullies. I fall to the floor and curl up in a ball. Then no one can see me and I can't be hurt. It works every time. </div><div><br />I was hoping I hadn't turned off Sylar's mom too much by my little freak out. Cautiously I peaked over the table at her. Oh man, this chick desperately needed some Aloe Vera. There was still half a thing of Lubriderm in my room. I figured now was an excellent time to get the hell out of there and get it.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Then I remembered how totally hot Sylar is. I'm suppose to wine and dine her mom. Fine. I turned down the opacity on my glasses to the point where I couldn't see anything. I mean there really wasn't much to look at anyway. Sylar's mom is pretty flat.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>We chatted over dinner. I actually wound up having a pretty good time. She isn't one of those chicks who goes on and on about boring crap. She let me talk about myself. I told her about the time I had saved the Earth from an alien invasion. I also told her what a dick Wolverine is, always giving me wedgies and stuff. She was very understanding. By the end of the evening, I was thinking there was an excellent chance that threeway idea of mine just might work out after all.</div></div>Cyclopsnoreply@blogger.com