In recent days, a seemingly random group of individuals, well... let's call them ‘geeks’, has emerged with what can only be described as, well... ‘not so special’ abilities.
Although unaware of it now, these ‘geeks’ will not only save the world, well... let's not overstep ourselves here, but they will change it forever. This transformation from ‘geeky’ to ‘extrageeky’ will not occur overnight. Every story has a beginning.
Volume One of their ‘geeky’ tale begins here...
Although unaware of it now, these ‘geeks’ will not only save the world, well... let's not overstep ourselves here, but they will change it forever. This transformation from ‘geeky’ to ‘extrageeky’ will not occur overnight. Every story has a beginning.
Volume One of their ‘geeky’ tale begins here...
Where does it come from? This quest... This need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why am I talking like this? Perhaps we would be better off not looking at all... Not delving, not yearning. That's our human nature. Not the human hea... Blah blah blah! Where's that pizza I ordered!?
Chapter 1 ‘Geekyness’
New York City
(Uncle_Jerry is standing on top of a roof. He has his arms spread out, and his mind seems clear.)
Uncle_Jerry: “Vroom! Vroom! And that's how a jet goes…”
ILOVEMILO: “That's great, but you're supposed to be taking care of my father!”
Uncle_Jerry: “Why? He's gonna die anyway…”
ILOVEMILO: “YOU BASTARD!”
Uncle_Jerry: “No, that's you.”
ILOVEMILO: “GRRRRR!”
(Upset, ILOVEMILO goes inside to her father. Uncle_Jerry feels bad and follows her.)
Uncle_Jerry: “I'm sorry.”
ILOVEMILO: “It's okay. So, how long does he have?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Not long. Maybe a week, couple of days…”
ILOVEMILO: “You know, I don't know what he'd do without you.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Just doin' my job…”
ILOVEMILO: “I'm sorry, was the ‘childish suicidal emo listening to goth music while cutting myself’ position taken?”
Uncle_Jerry: “HEY!”
ILOVEMILO: “Sorry... But you are like a son to him.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Well, that would make it a little awkward if I ever wanted to ask you out…”
(ILOVEMILO blushes and pats him on the face.)
ILOVEMILO: “Awww, you're cute. But I'm dating somebody.”
Uncle_Jerry: “But I'm Peter! There's nobody you want more!”
ILOVEMILO: “Sorry…”
(ILOVEMILO leaves. Uncle_Jerry unhooks her father's IV.)
Uncle_Jerry: “I'll teach you to reject me!”
Madras, India
(Teaching a class.)
TwiceStruck: “Boardie is a narcissist species by nature. We have colonized the four corners of our tiny website. But we are not the pinnacle of so called evolution. That honor belongs to the lonely troll. Capable of living for pages without a topic. Remaining alive clueless for weeks at a time. Resistant to banning. If a mod has indeed created himself in his own image, then I submit to you that a mod... is a troll.”
(The class laughs, as TwiceStruck's friend the Narrator enters the room.)
TwiceStruck: “They say that a Boardie uses only a tenth of his posting power. Another percent and we might actually be worthy of a mod's image. Unless that day has already arrived... The Boardie Genome Project has discovered that tiny variations in a Boardie's genetic code are taking place at increasingly rapid rates. Spelling, staying on topic, your posts making sense... Is this outside the realm of possibility? Or is Boardie entering a new gateway to evolution? Is he finally standing at the threshold to true posting potential?”
(TwiceStruck notices the Narrator.)
TwiceStruck: “I'm sorry, I'm out of time.”
(The class gets up and leaves.)
TwiceStruck: “I know, I know. I'm beginning to sound like my father. I can't help it... They can fire me too if they like, but there is something to it Narrator.”
(The Narrator just stands there, not feeling the need to answer.)
TwiceStruck: “What is it?”
Narrator: “It's... your father. He's dead.”
(TwiceStruck stares in disbelief. He has so many questions to ask, but only one comes out.)
TwiceStruck: “How?”
(Outside, walking through the rain.)
Narrator: “Driving a taxi in New York City is a very dangerous job. We may never know what really happened.”
TwiceStruck: “No, I spoke to him two days ago. He was convinced someone was following him, trying to steal his research. He died because of his theories!”
Narrator: “That's crazy!”
TwiceStruck: “Is it? People in New York get shot for just taking the wrong lane!”
(TwiceStruck takes off.)
Narrator: “Where are you going?”
TwiceStruck: “To his apartment, to get his research! He was this close to finding the first of them, his ‘Patient Zero‘.”
Narrator: “’Patient Zero‘? How can you be a patient and have the number zero? The numbers start at 1...”
TwiceStruck: ".........."
Narrator: “Just let me come with you!”
TwiceStruck: “No!”
Narrator: “You never let me go anywhere!”
TwiceStruck: “I'll take you to Disneyworld when I get back, okay?”
Narrator: “YAY!”
(TwiceStruck enters his father's apartment. He walks to the table and notices a pair of strange looking glasses. He puts them on and does a bad impression of HRG.)
TwiceStruck: “Hey look at me, I'm HRG! I wear a suit blah blah blah take his memory blah blah blah I protect my Claire bear!”
(Suddenly, a cell phone rings. Startled, TwiceStruck drops the glasses on the floor, breaking them.)
Voice: “Hello? Yeah, I'm at his place now. No, he left everything behind but his computer. Yeah I know, pretty stupid right? Let's get a team in here to bag-n-tag everything.”
(TwiceStruck takes a picture of the map. The shadowed figure notices the flash.)
Voice: “I'll call you right back…”
(TwiceStruck pulls the pushpin out of New York City on the map, then runs out of the room. He comes back in and grabs a box with his father's research, then runs out again. He comes back in a third time and tears down the whole map, then runs out again. For a fourth time, he comes back in the room and tries to carry out the table. After realizing it won't fit through the door, he gives up and leaves for good. The shadowed figure walks around the corner and picks up his broken glasses from the floor.)
Voice: “You broke my glasses... And it's not HRG... It's... HFM!”
Las Vegas, Nevada
(Jenna is stripping in front of the camera in her garage. She strips down to her Princess Leia Slave outfit. Before she can finish, a timer on her computer goes off. She dresses, and starts to type on her computer.)
Jenna4891: “Time's up.”
Racer983: “Little more please.”
Jenna4891: “It'll cost you another 39 bucks.”
Racer983: “Bitch!”
Jenna4891: “Pervert.”
Racer983: “Poopface!”
Jenna4891: “I know you are but what am I?”
(Jenna turns off the computer and heads toward the door, walking past the mirror. She notices a reflection in the mirror looking back.)
Jenna: “Who are you?”
Jenna: “I’m Jenna.”
Jenna: “No you’re not, I’M Jenna!”
Jenna: “I'm Jenna too.”
Jenna: “You're Jenna 2?"
Jenna: "No, I'm also Jenna!"
Jenna: "Ohhh… Well, why don’t you go by something different so we don’t get confused?”
Jenna: “Like what?”
Jenna: “Well, I’ll be Jenna 1, and you be Jenna 2.”
Jenna: “Wait, why do YOU get to be Jenna 1!?”
Jenna: “Fine, I’ll be Jenna 1, and you can be Jenna A.”
Jenna: “Deal.”
(She looks to see her son ZNakamura peeking in the room.)
ZNakamura: “C'mon... Take it off... OH S***!”
(ZNakamura runs out of the garage, as Jenna follows him.)
Jenna: “ZNakamura!”
(ZNakamura starts working on his computer.)
ZNakamura: “I wasn't watching! I was working on my computer, I PROMISE!”
Jenna: “What's this?”
ZNakamura: “It's a weather map I printed for the eclipse today. The moon's gonna cover up the sun.”
Jenna: “What is it with you and weather maps?”
ZNakamura: “What is it with you and Nathan?”
Jenna: “Ahhh, touché.”
(The doorbell rings.)
Jenna: “Grab your stuff and wait by the back door, okay?”
(Jenna slowly opens her window curtain to see two men standing by the front door. She then follows ZNakamura out the back door and into their car. The OnStar system kicks on.)
OnStar: “Hello Jenna, welcome to your car. To escape the two thugs, put the car into gear and HAUL ASS MAN!”
(As she drives off, the two men kick down the door, and treat themselves inside.)
Odessa, Texas
(Climbing up an old gravel tower.)
Smms: “Camera ready?”
DoWork: “Hold on... BUMP! Now it is!”
(Smms continues to climb.)
DoWork: “You know Smms, when you said come to a deserted place, bring a video camera, and you'd be wearing a cheerleader uniform, I really expected something else…”
Smms: “What!?”
DoWork: “Nothing, nothing…”
(Smms reaches the top.)
Smms: “Ok, I'm good!”
(She jumps.)
Smms: “AHHHHH!!!”
(When she hits face first into the dirt, DoWork races over.)
DoWork: “Smms!?”
(When he gets there, Smms stands up and straightens out her arm.)
Smms: “This is Smms, and that was attempt number six…”
DoWork: “No it wasn't, that was attempt number seven.”
Smms: “How do you know?”
DoWork: “I'm filming a blonde cheerleader, whose LETTING me. Believe me, I'm gonna count. I'm sucking these minutes dry!”
Smms: “Ok, weirdo…”
(Uncle_Jerry is on top of the same roof, with his arms and mind in the same state. This time, it's a dream. This time, he steps off the edge. And this time, a familiar face awaits him at the bottom. As he awakens from his dream in a taxi, he sees the same face on a bus. Under it says ‘Vote FlyingMan!’. Uncle_Jerry gets out of the taxi and walks inside.)
FlyingMan: “No, I still disagree! This is turning into another endless argument! Synch, I'm gonna have to call you right back.”
(Hangs up the phone as Uncle_Jerry walks in.)
FlyingMan: “I'm late.”
Uncle_Jerry: “You're having a baby!?”
FlyingMan: “Sigh... I swear that music is rotting your brain.”
Uncle_Jerry: “It happened two more times. Sometimes, I'm falling. Sometimes, I'm flying. Sometimes, I'm eating a taco!”
FlyingMan: “I don't have time for this.”
Uncle_Jerry: “They're not just dreams FlyingMan! I'm telling you, I think I can fly!”
FlyingMan: “Are you sure you just haven't been smoking pot again?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Who’s talking? Where am I?”
FlyingMan: “Tell you what, you think you can fly, why don't you jump off the Brooklyn Bridge? See what happens…”
Uncle_Jerry: “F*** YOU!”
FlyingMan: “Look, you need to snap out of it. Do not pull a Warrior_Atama on me; I'm eight points down in the polls!”
(His cell phone rings, as he answers it.)
FlyingMan: “Mom, I can't talk... I'll be there in ten minutes.”
Uncle_Jerry: “What she'd do now?”
FlyingMan: “She got arrested…”
Uncle_Jerry: “So they finally found the Portuguese slaves, huh?”
FlyingMan: “No... For shoplifting…”
(Walking home.)
Smms: “I'm so depressed…”
DoWork: “What? Why? This was so gross I almost fudged myself…”
Smms: “Ok, wow. Too much info…”
DoWork: “This is the single coolest thing to happen to this town in like a hundred years!”
Smms: “Not if nobody finds out, it's not.”
DoWork: “Then why'd you want me to tape it?”
Smms: “I have my reasons…”
DoWork: “What? Some kind of sick cheerleader version of ‘The Blair Witch Project‘? You can call it ‘The Claire Bitch Project‘…”
Smms: “I thought my name was Smms?”
DoWork: “Oh, right…”
(Looks nervously off screen over at FlyingMan, whose giving him an angry look from the director's chair.)
DoWork: “It's not like you're not gonna be popular anymore…”
(Smms gets upset and starts yelling.)
Smms: “Popular!? Who said anything about being popular!?”
DoWork: “Wow, a bitchy cheerleader. What a common sight…”
Smms: “I have busted like every bone in my body, stabbed myself in the chest, I shoved a two foot seal rod through my neck, and I don't have a scratch on me!”
DoWork: “Wow, you have precognition too!?”
Smms: “Just give me the tape, okay?”
(DoWork hands her the camera tape, as she starts to leave.)
DoWork: “I can give you a ride on my handlebars if you want.”
(Smms stops and turns around.)
Smms: “Look, thanks okay? I'll talk to you in front of people at school tomorrow, promise.”
(Smms walks off. DoWork is overfilled with excitement.)
DoWork: “Wow, people! It's been so long! I can't wait to tell my cats about this!”
Tokyo, Japan
“Tick, tick, tick”
(Office worker HirosLover is squinting at his clock. After so long, the second hand of the clock stops. HirosLover stands up and shouts...)
HirosLover: “YATTA!”
(A fellow office worker walks by, notices the clock and hits it.)
Worker: “Damn clocks, we gotta get these things fixed.”
(Disappointed, HirosLover sits down. Determined, he decides to try it again. The second hand of the clock stops a second time.)
HirosLover: “YATTA!”
(HirosLover gets up and runs over to his friend Emmie. Emmie quickly closes the 'Zachary Quinto Spock' porn on the computer.)
Emmie: “What now?”
HirosLover: “I've broken the space/time continuum!”
Emmie: “Good for you…”
HirosLover: “I made my clock go back one second using only my mind, my thoughts. Now that I think about it, this explains the subway this morning…”
Emmie: “It was fourteen seconds late, big deal. Lots of things are fourteen seconds late, like Uncle_Jerry's thinking part of his brain.”
HirosLover: “Still... I have discovered powers beyond any mere mortal. Like Spock.”
Emmie: “You know about that!? Look, you can't tell anybody!”
HirosLover: “Huh? What are you talking about?”
Emmie: “Oh, nothing…”
(Suddenly HirosLover's boss comes by and grabs him, forcing him back to work. Emmie turns back on the ‘Zachary Quinto Spock’ porn.)
Emmie: “Oh yeah!”
(In a private school, principal's office.)
Principal: “Your son is a very intelligent boy. Gifted, actually... That's not the issue.”
Jenna: “His father's not around, sometimes I think he could use a bit of a stronger hand. I work nights a lot, but we can both work harder.”
Principal: “It's not about the work. The truth is, I just don't know if this school is the right fit for him.”
Jenna: “But he's made friends.”
Principal: “I'm sorry…”
Jenna: “He's on the soccer team.”
Principal: “I'm sorry…”
Jenna: “He's President of the Spanish Club!”
Principal: “Lo siento…”
Jenna: “He's...wait, do you know someone named Cat...nevermind. Can you please just keep him?”
Principal: “Like I said, sorry…”
(Jenna gets angry, so angry it's like another person comes out of her. She grabs the principal by the tie.)
Jenna: “You're gonna be sorry when I knock your teeth so far down your throat, you'll have to shove a toothbrush up your ass to brush 'em!”
(She realizes what's wrong with herself, and lets him go. She then rushes out of the room.)
Jenna: “C'mon baby, let's get out of here! You're too good for this lousy school!”
(On her way out of the school, she stops to see Jenna A in an aquarium.)
ZNakamura: “Mom?”
Jenna: “Leave me alone!”
ZNakamura: “Ok she's seeing faces in an aquarium, even though aquariums are clear. No, that's not weird at all…”
(FlyingMan and Uncle_Jerry enter the police station office, where their mother Nicholette_Kelly awaits.)
FlyingMan: “For God's sake ma…”
Uncle_Jerry: “Are you okay?”
Nicholette_Kelly: “They dropped the charges on Nicky. Nicky has to fill out a form, no big deal.”
FlyingMan: “No big deal!? I'm running for Congress, do you have any idea what this is gonna do to me if this gets out!? What could you possibly need so bad that you had to steal it!?”
Nicholette_Kelly: “A car at the shopping mall.”
FlyingMan: “What!? You mean the display cars they keep in the mall? Dad left you a fortune, what were you thinking!?”
Nicholette_Kelly: “That it would fit through the doors…”
FlyingMan: “You steal anything else?”
Nicholette_Kelly: “No…”
(A stereo system snorts out of her nose.)
FlyingMan: “You know, it's been one ridiculous stunt after another with you for the last six months! You'd probably steal my pants if I didn't have them on!”
(Looks down to see his pants gone.)
FlyingMan: “HEY!”
Nicholette_Kelly: “Sorry.”
(Puts his pants back on and heads out the door.)
FlyingMan: “I'm gonna get this out of the press.”
(Uncle_Jerry kneels down to her.)
Uncle_Jerry: “What were you thinking?”
Nicholette_Kelly: “Nicky just wanted to feel alive again…”
(Nicholette_Kelly tries to put her forehead against Uncle_Jerry's as a sign of closeness, but Uncle_Jerry mistakes it as a headbutting contest and instead headbutts her.)
Uncle_Jerry: “Hiiiii...YA!”
(Walking out.)
Uncle_Jerry: “FlyingMan only cares about himself.”
Nicholette_Kelly: “Your father was the same way. Alpha dogs... Both of them.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Haha, no mom, they’re people! Not dogs… How are you gonna make it on your own?”
Nicholette_Kelly: *Sarcasm* “Nicky’ll be sure to call you if she needs help…”
Uncle_Jerry: “I never told you this, but when FlyingMan had his accident, I knew it.”
Nicholette_Kelly: “How?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Well, he had a big wet stain on his pants. It was kinda hard to miss... But when he and Cat had their car accident, I knew that too. I had a dream and when I woke up; I knew that they'd been hurt.”
(Uncle_Jerry stares into Nicholette_Kelly's eyes, hoping she would believe him. Instead, she slaps him.)
Uncle_Jerry: “BITCH!”
(He slaps her back.)
(Jenna and ZNakamura are getting out of the car, and heading into a friend's house.)
ZNakamura: “I hate it here; she doesn't even have any books to read.”
Jenna: “I heard she has the new ‘Saving Charlie’ novel.”
ZNakamura: “Sweet!”
(Jenna rings the doorbell.)
ZNakamura: “Mom, what'd you do?”
Jenna: “I need you to know, that I would never let anything to happen to you.”
ZNakamura: “Really? So I don't have to worry about getting kidnapped by a huge mob boss, or even you shoving me into a pile of rocks?”
Jenna: “Huh?”
ZNakamura: “Nothing…”
(The door opens.)
Friend: “Sigh... How long?”
ZNakamura: “Don't flatter yourself sweetheart, I don't exactly like spending time with you either…”
Jenna: “A couple hours, tops.”
Friend: “There's some ice cream in the fridge.”
ZNakamura: “You sure you haven't already eaten it all? You look like the type with no man, hobby, or life.”
(ZNakamura goes inside. Jenna stays in the living room to talk.)
Jenna: “I went to see Synch.”
Friend: “How much?”
Jenna: “Thirty…”
Friend: “Thirty bucks? That's not bad.”
Jenna: “No idiot, thirty thousand. I was just two weeks overdue. I'm under a lot of stress right now. I'm seeing things... It's someone that I can't see…”
Friend: “Ummm, that doesn't make any sense... How can you see someone, but not see them?”
Jenna: “Uhhh…”
(Jenna pulls out a script that says 'Written by FlyingMan'.)
Jenna: “It doesn't say…”
(Whispers off screen to FlyingMan.)
Jenna: “What do I do now?”
FlyingMan: “I don't know, improvise!”
(Turns back to her friend.)
Jenna: “Uhhh... Well, you know like Batman? You can see him in the shadows, but you can't see his face? Yeah, it's like that…”
Friend: “That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard…”
FlyingMan: “CUT! TURN OFF THE CAMERAS! TURN 'EM OFF!”
(The screen goes blank and switches to...)
(The screen comes back, with a blast of flames. Smms and DoWork are crossing into a train wreck. Fire is everywhere.)
DoWork: “Cool, huh?”
Smms: “No, it's a fire... It's HOT!”
(DoWork puts his hand over his mouth, and starts laughing.)
DoWork: “Blonde cheerleaders, you gotta love 'em…”
(A man's cough can be heard from inside a train car.)
DoWork: “You gotta go in there Smms!”
Smms: “F*** that!”
DoWork: "C'mon, his life depends on you!"
Smms: “Fine…”
(She hands DoWork the tape.)
Smms: “Turn on the camera.”
(One of the firemen runs over and clacks a scene starter.)
Fireman: “Smms saving fire victim and... ACTION!”
(Smms takes off into the burning train car. A few seconds later, and she returns with a burned victim.)
Smms: “You're okay.”
Victim: “Thank you.”
“Waaahhh!”
Victim: “My baby!”
Smms: “Don't worry.”
(Smms runs back in and comes back out with a baby.)
Smms: “There you go.”
“Bark! Bark!”
Victim: “Ruffy!”
Smms: “Grrrrr…”
(Smms runs back in and comes back out with a dog.)
Smms: “There! There's your dog!”
“Ding ching ding”
Victim: “My piano!”
Smms: “OH COME ON!”
Brooklyn, New York
(TwiceStruck and his new landlord enter his father's apartment in New York.)
Landlord: “I was real sorry to hear about your father. He seemed like a good guy…”
(They see the whole apartment is a mess.)
Landlord: “Man... I thought I was a slob.”
TwiceStruck: “Don't be talking about my father!”
Landlord: “Oh yeah? Well your father is so much of a slob, that Jabba the Hutt envies him!”
TwiceStruck: “Is that all you got? Your father's so fat, when he goes outside people yell ‘Taxi!’.”
Landlord: “Your father’s so stupid, it took him two hours to watch 60 minutes.”
TwiceStruck: “Ummm... That's actually possible, with TiVo and DVR.”
Landlord: “Alright fine, you win... We rent by the week, I'm gonna need to know you can afford it.”
TwiceStruck: “I have a job.”
Landlord: “Doing what?”
TwiceStruck: “Your mama's butt, BEAT IT!”
(The landlord starts crying and runs out. A cockroach crawls across the floor. TwiceStruck sees it and jumps up in a chair.)
TwiceStruck: “Get it away! Get it away!”
(He throws his father's box of research at it, killing it. The contents of the box spill out on the floor. Among them, is a cassette tape. He picks up the tape and looks at it. On the label, says ‘Call_Me_Noah‘.)
Los Angeles, California
(Outside of a crime scene in a house, Officer BlackDog waves on traffic.)
BlackDog: “Serial killer strikes in the middle of Los Angeles, abducts a little girl, and here I am. A hundred feet away, might as well be in Siberia…”
Officer: “That's alright; they don't pay us enough to be where the action is. What're you gonna do anyway?”
BlackDog: “What do you mean? I just wanna help.”
Officer: “You wanna help? Help me get more tape.”
BlackDog: “Oh, hell no bitch! I'll use it to tape up the damage to your ass after I'm done kicking it!”
(Two agents, PaxLux and Office_holic, get out of a car and head inside.)
Officer: “What do you think? Mods or administrators?”
BlackDog: “Naw, their post number's too high for mods.”
Officer: “Saw the test scores got posted this morning. Don't worry about it man, not everybody's a test taker…”
BlackDog: “How's this for a test? My foot, plus your ass, DO THE MATH!”
(BlackDog starts hearing a voice inside his head.)
“Please don't hurt me.”
(Thinking it's his conscience.)
BlackDog: “OH S****! I said I was sorry for the little boy! His family already forgave me!”
(The voice continues.)
“Please don't hurt me.”
(Following to where he thinks the voice is coming from, BlackDog heads towards the house. More voices begin to pile on.)
“Holy crap, that smells bad! Why did I have to eat that three-bean salad? Oh God, do farts have lumps in them?”
“Man, my crotch itches! What did that hooker give me?”
“I still don't understand the movie Signs. If the aliens' weakness is water, then why go to a planet made of 75% water? I'm gonna ask Bill again.”
“God if he asks me that stupid Signs question again, I swear…”
“Don't break character or FlyingMan will kill me... Don't break character or FlyingMan will kill me... Don't break character...TOO LATE!”
(BlackDog makes his way inside the house. Outside, you can hear FlyingMan whipping someone. BlackDog passes by the agents, who are discussing the murder that had taken place not too long ago.)
PaxLux: “I've got a theory. It's Call_Me_Noah.”
Office_holic: “There is no Call_Me_Noah. Last words of a dieing victim. It didn't mean anything.”
PaxLux: “You've seen what happened to the father. Frozen solid, skull sawed off.”
(BlackDog walks behind the frozen, headless, dead body, and speaks into the open head.)
BlackDog: “Hellooo? Hellooo? Anybody hooomeee? Heh, I guess this guy's a little LIGHT HEADED!”
Agents: “.......…”
(His cell phone rings, as he answers it.)
BlackDog: “Hello?”
Glacier: "lol."
(BlackDog slams it shut, as the voice continues.)
“Please don't hurt me.”
(BlackDog makes way to a closet door.)
Office_holic: “You are not supposed to be in here.”
(BlackDog raises his fist.)
BlackDog: “Don't make me!”
(BlackDog rips open the closet door, revealing a hiding little girl.)
LindzLu: “Please don't hurt me.”
BlackDog: “I'm not gonna let anybody hurt ya. Take my hand.”
(Also in Brooklyn, Peter5Petrelli is tearing open cans of paint and pouring them over his paintings. ILOVEMILO enters.)
ILOVEMILO: “Hey!”
(Peter5Petrelli just stares at her.)
ILOVEMILO: “What, the silent treatment?”
(He goes back to pouring paint.)
ILOVEMILO: “What're you doing? What the hell is wrong with you!?”
Peter5Petrelli: “I don't even remember painting these! I was high, okay?”
ILOVEMILO: “Well then get yourself back into a program, and make it stick this time!”
Peter5Petrelli: “What kind of program?”
ILOVEMILO: “I don't know, Adobe, WordPad, Paint. Those are all fun…”
Peter5Petrelli: “The paintings are evil!”
ILOVEMILO: “What're you talking about?”
Peter5Petrelli: “They speak to me, they tell me do things. Like burn down buildings, or shoot cats. Some even tell the future, look at this one!”
(Pulls out a painting of a bus bombing.)
Peter5Petrelli: “Suicide bombing in Israel. I painted it, three weeks ago.”
ILOVEMILO: “Yeah, so?”
Peter5Petrelli: “That's this morning's paper, look at the number on the bus.”
(The number of the bus on the paper, and that of the painting are identical. Shocked, ILOVEMILO doesn't know what to say.)
Peter5Petrelli: “And here's one of me with real bad diarrhea.”
ILOVEMILO: “Have you had it yet?”
Peter5Petrelli: “No, but let's just say I'm not staying far from the toilet... Something's wrong with me…”
ILOVEMILO: “Let me help you.”
Peter5Petrelli: “No! Go to your Uncle_Jerry! He won the poll, forget about me!”
(ILOVEMILO runs out in a panic.)
(Thirty minutes after saving the victim, Smms is still rushing in and out of the burning train car. An entire living room of household objects is set up around the victim. Smms grabs the last object, a couch, and sets it outside.)
Smms: “Ok, I hope that's everything!”
Victim: “Yes, thank you so much.”
“What's going on? Where am I?”
Victim: “Oh no! Uncle Fargus!”
Smms: “NO! YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M NOT DOING IT AGAIN! THAT'S ENOUGH!”
(Smms takes off running, as the firemen tend to the victim.)
(Uncle_Jerry makes his way back to FlyingMan's office.)
FlyingMan: “Mom's wrapped, she's now officially buried…”
Uncle_Jerry: “SHE'S A MUMMY!?”
FlyingMan: “Sigh... Are you sure you weren't adopted?”
Uncle_Jerry: “I don't think so... I could be that Japanese guy's son. You know, the one that's always hitting on mom? RapidWhirl... Oh God, I don't look Japanese do I!?”
FlyingMan: “No Uncle_Jerry, you don't look Japanese…”
Uncle_Jerry: “Phew, that's good. By the way, what exactly is his avatar?”
FlyingMan: “I don’t know, but it scares the hell out of me…”
(Uncle_Jerry turns on an X-Box 360, and begins playing Halo 3.)
FlyingMan: “Listen, I wanna offer you a job.”
(Uncle_Jerry continues playing.)
FlyingMan: “I trust you, you're good with people.”
(Continues playing.)
FlyingMan: “I need a coordinator to help organize the volun... WOULD YOU TURN OFF THAT F****** GAME!?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Great, you got me killed! I hope you're happy!”
FlyingMan: “No, I'm not! It's not cute anymore man. The dreamy kid sitting in the back of the classroom, staring out the window. It's time for you to grow up.”
Uncle_Jerry: “You can't bring me down man! You can't bring me down!”
(Uncle_Jerry leaves FlyingMan's office, and hops into a taxi.)
Uncle_Jerry: “Corner of Center and Canal, please.”
(TwiceStruck nods and begins to drive. Uncle_Jerry looks up and pulls down his sunglasses, to see the eclipse.)
Uncle_Jerry: “Wow…”
(TwiceStruck acknowledges his comment, and asks...)
TwiceStruck: “Solar eclipse?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Huh? No... Does that cloud look like a ninja to you?”
TwiceStruck: “Sigh…”
Uncle_Jerry: “What's your name?”
TwiceStruck: “TwiceStruck.”
Uncle_Jerry: “How'd you get that name?”
TwiceStruck: “Long story short, don't climb trees when there's a thunderstorm…”
Uncle_Jerry: “Ouch... Let me ask you something TwiceStruck, do you ever get the feeling like you were meant to do something...extraordinary?”
TwiceStruck: “I'm driving a cab, you may have noticed…”
Uncle_Jerry: “No, I'm not talking about what you do. I'm talking about who you are, about being...special.”
TwiceStruck: “Yes, we are all special.”
Uncle_Jerry: “That's not what I meant…”
(Uncle_Jerry sits back, disappointed. TwiceStruck looks at him in the mirror, and decides to make him feel better.)
TwiceStruck: “Some individuals, it is true are more special. This is natural selection. It begins as a single individual, born or hatched like every other member of their species, anonymous, seemingly ordinary, except they're not... They carry inside them the genetic code that will take their species to the next evolutionary realm. It's destiny…”
(After hearing all this, Uncle_Jerry tries to come up with a wise answer worthy of the knowledge he had just been told, but the only thing that comes to mind is...)
Uncle_Jerry: “Heh, idiot. Humans aren't hatched!”
TwiceStruck: “Sigh... I hate my job…”
(Jenna starts to sing ‘Eyes’ by Rogue Wave.)
Jenna: *Singing* “Missed the last train home.”
(Smms is walking home. DoWork catches up to her.)
DoWork: “Hey! I can't believe you just left me like that!”
Smms: “Shut up, I'm trying to listen to the song!”
(HirosLover and Emmie are doing the daily exercise at their work.)
Jenna: *Singing* “Birds pass by to tell me that I'm not alone.”
(HirosLover stops and looks up at the eclipse.)
Emmie: “Oy! HirosLover!”
(Jenna enters her home, to see everything broken.)
Jenna: *Singing* “Well I'm pushing myself to finish this part, I can handle a lot, but one thing I'm missing is…”
(TwiceStruck puts a blanket on Uncle_Jerry, who has fallen asleep in the back seat listening to his music.)
Jenna: *Singing* “...in your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes. In your nose, I mean eyes! In your eyes. In your *cough* eyes.”
TwiceStruck: “Awww…”
(Smms is watching the eclipse.)
Jenna: *Singing* “Have you seen this film?”
DoWork: “But you saved that dude's life!”
Smms: “Damnit DoWork, SHUT UP!”
(HirosLover is watching the eclipse, as it covers all of Tokyo in shade.)
Jenna: *Singing* “It reminds me of walking through the avenues.”
(In the backyard of the crime scene house, BlackDog looks up at the eclipse.)
Jenna: *Singing* “Washing my hands of attachments yeah.”
BlackDog: “What the hell is that!? Some kind of apocalypse!?”
(FlyingMan is typing on his computer. He stops for a minute to grab a picture of Uncle_Jerry sniffing a flower and sneezing.)
Jenna: *Singing* “Land on the ground, one thing I'm missing is…”
(Before being able to finish, the thugs that had broken into her home, grab Jenna.)
Thug: “Welcome home…”
(They take Jenna to the garage, and throw her on the bed.)
Thug: “Fifty grand is a lot of money.”
Jenna: “Fifty? It was thirty, even with interest…”
Thug: “Synch wants to be nice about this. He would hate to use his power on you…”
Jenna: “What? Picspamming?”
(The thug slaps her.)
Thug: “He wants three months free to your website too.”
Jenna: “Screw you.”
Thug: “Screw me?”
(The thug punches her in the face.)
Jenna: *Singing* “And now I'm blind in my eyes! In my eyes! In my eyes! In my eyes! In my eyes! In my eyes…”
(HirosLover and Emmie are walking through Tokyo.)
HirosLover: “The Yogis in India and the Aborigines in Australia, both can bend time and space.”
Emmie: “Fine, I'll humor you. Let's say you really do have this power. What do you do with it? Join the circus? No one ever got laid by stopping the second hand of a clock.”
HirosLover: “Not true, what about that one guy that stopped the second hand of a clock and got laid?”
Emmie: “Who?”
HirosLover: “Ummm... Neo! You know, The Matrix?”
Emmie: “It's was just an illusion Mr. Anderson…”
HirosLover: “What?”
Emmie: “Oh, nothing. I thought we were uhhh...nothing, forget it. Please continue.”
HirosLover: “As I develop my powers, I'll learn to bend space too. Then I can teleport myself, anywhere on the planet. Like Star Trek.”
Emmie: “Again with the Star Trek!? Whatever you think you know about Spock and me, it's not true! Okay!?”
HirosLover: “Ok, awkward... Every hero must learn his purpose. Then he'll be tested and called to greatness!”
Emmie: “I think I need a stiff drink. Beam us up Scotty!”
(In a Tokyo bar.)
HirosLover: “People think of time as a straight line.”
(HirosLover draws a straight line on the table using a chopstick.)
HirosLover: “If I could go back in time and change something, time would look like this.”
(Draws another line parallel to the first.)
Emmie: “It would be an alternate timeline to everyone, except me, you, Einstein, and Jennifer.”
HirosLover: “What?”
Emmie: “Oh, nothing. I thought we were...again, forget it... Please go on.”
HirosLover: “Every ten year old wishes he had super powers, and I got them. Me of all posters! Last on the General Discussion, last on the Fun & Games, I'm not a loser anymore!”
Emmie: “Tell me one useful thing, you could do with this power. Can you make money?”
HirosLover: “A super hero doesn't use his power for personal gain.”
Emmie: “Then what good is it? Could you teleport yourself to where they're making the new Star Trek movie?”
HirosLover: “Why?”
Emmie: “JUST, COULD YOU? Sorry, sorry…”
HirosLover: “Fine. If I had to, yes.”
Emmie: “Great, do it. I'll grab two more beers.”
(Emmie goes back to the bar to get more beer. HirosLover closes his eyes and focuses.)
(Still in the backyard of the crime scene.)
Office_holic: “Hey BlackDog, how the hell did you know that little girl was in there?”
BlackDog: “I don't know, I just heard her whispering…”
PaxLux: “House full of cops, but you're outside and you just heard her whisper?”
BlackDog: “No she sent me a text message; yes that's what I said!”
(BlackDog looks at his watch.)
Office_holic: “You got some place better to be?”
BlackDog: “It's my wife, I'm meeting her at a therapy session, couples counseling. She's a bitch…”
(BlackDog hears another voice in his head, but this time it's coming from right in front of him.)
Office_holic: “This guy's worthless…”
BlackDog: “Please, I'm the realest mofo you ever seen!”
Office_holic: “Cut 'em loose, he got lucky…”
(Office_holic leaves. BlackDog tries to do the same, but PaxLux cuts him off.)
PaxLux: “Not yet BlackDog. The administrator says you've taken the exam to advance to mod three times?”
BlackDog: “Right.”
PaxLux: “You really think you're mod material?”
BlackDog: “Not really, I cause too much trouble. Like this one time, this troll came to the boards... Ohhh man, you shoulda seen it! But let's just say, Trolls - 0, BlackDog - Undefeated!”
PaxLux: “Please stay on topic…”
BlackDog: “Oh, sorry.”
PaxLux: “So how does it make you feel, flunking out so many times?”
BlackDog: “I don't know, pis*ed off I guess?”
PaxLux: “Pis*ed off enough to do something about it? Maybe set yourself up to look like a hero?”
BlackDog: “You think I killed these people!? I didn't kill these people, Call_Me_Noah did.”
PaxLux: “How did you know that name?”
PaxLux: “How did you know that name? Six people assigned to this case, know the name of Call_Me_Noah. How the hell did you know that?”
BlackDog: “I heard it... From you…”
PaxLux: “Like you heard the girl whisper?”
BlackDog: “Yeah. Like that other agent you were working with, I kept hearing a thought about Ewan McGregor. I couldn't make it out, but let's just say it didn't sound PG rated…”
PaxLux: “THAT'S IT! Since you can't stay on topic, you're under arrest!”
BlackDog: “What!?”
(PaxLux slams BlackDog against the wall, and slaps on a pair of handcuffs.)
BlackDog: “Take these cuffs off me man! You can't lock a brotha up!”
(Jenna's phone rings, as the answering machine picks up.)
ZNakamura: “Mom, are you there? When are you coming to get me? I read all the graphic novels she has, printed out weather maps for the next three weeks, read the latest episode of ‘Kirbyville‘, and now I'm bored!”
(Jenna wakes to the message, but she also wakes to something horrifying. The entire garage has been covered in blood. One of the thugs has been stabbed in the neck, the other completely ripped in half.)
Jenna: “HOLY S***! Did Rambo stop by!?”
(Jenna gets up and takes the camera off the tri-pod. She then stops to see Jenna A staring at her in the mirror.)
Jenna A: “Shhh…”
(The mirror breaks.)
Jenna: “No, not the mirror! That's seven years of bad luck!”
(Uncle_Jerry wakes up from his sleep screaming.)
Uncle_Jerry: “’EYES’ BY ROGUE WAVE!”
TwiceStruck: “What?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Oh, I always name the songs I'm listening to.”
TwiceStruck: “Why?”
Uncle_Jerry: “I don't know... Boredom?”
TwiceStruck: “I've never even heard of that song before. Did you just make it up?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Hey, my brother said the same thing! Jeez, did you two get born under a rock? I'm sorry, ‘hatched‘! Hahaha…”
TwiceStruck: “It's LIVE under a rock, idiot…”
(Uncle_Jerry's cell phone rings.)
Uncle_Jerry: “Hello?”
ILOVEMILO: “Uncle_Jerry, it's me.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Hey baby.”
ILOVEMILO: “What'd you say?”
Uncle_Jerry: “I said, hey lady!”
ILOVEMILO: “Oh. Listen, I need you to meet me at my dad's.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Ok, see you there sweety.”
ILOVEMILO: “What?”
Uncle_Jerry: “I said, see you there meet me!”
ILOVEMILO: “Ok…”
(Uncle_Jerry hangs up.)
Uncle_Jerry: “I'll hop out here.”
(TwiceStruck nods and stops the cab. Uncle_Jerry hands him the money and gets out.)
TwiceStruck: “Hey! This is Monopoly money!”
(Uncle_Jerry takes off running.)
TwiceStruck: “Cheap son of a…”
(A new passenger gets into the cab.)
TwiceStruck: “Where to my friend?”
HFM: “Hogwartz please.”
TwiceStruck: “Ummm... There's no such place.”
HFM: “Survivor Island?”
TwiceStruck: “Nope.”
HFM: “Alright, JFK please…”
(TwiceStruck starts to drive.)
HFM: “TwiceStruck, huh?”
TwiceStruck: “I'm sorry?”
HFM: “Your name, above your avatar there... That's internet, yes? There was a TwiceStruck on the NBC message board. Writer, funny parodies. I don't think he's writing them anymore... It's been forever since he continued his Boardie Party one... But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Probably lots of TwiceStrucks where you're from…”
TwiceStruck: “No, not really…”
HFM: “Oh... Well, maybe I'm just getting you confused with someone else. This person doesn't know where the Heroes Riddles thread is…”
(TwiceStruck jerks the steering wheel, causing the taxi to slide into an alley.)
HFM: “WTBKP!?”
(The cab nearly hits two hobos.)
Hobos: “WTF? CAN'T WE GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT RUNNING INTO CRAZY PEOPLE!?”
(The cab stops, as TwiceStruck gets out and runs.)
HFM: “I'll get you my pretty... Like a little tree-rat, I'll get you…”
(At their house, sitting around the dinner table.)
StormyKnight: “...and then Carla had the nerve to tell me, he's not breed worthy! Like he didn't win five all-breed rallies, two regionals, can you believe it? Nobody wuvs my Mr. Muggles like I do! Give me a kissy wissy!”
(They start making out.)
Smms: “Get a room you two…”
Glacier: “He still humps my leg when I watch TV I kicked him off but he kept doing it so I just gave up let him it was really awkward and gross I don't think we're talking to each other for a while... lol.”
StormyKnight: “Alright, enough about Mr. Muggles. What did everybody else do today?”
Glacier: “Doug and I saw this Mexican guy a homeless dude on the way to school we thought he was dead but he wasn’t cause we poked him with a stick and he tried to bite us it was really scary… lol.”
Smms: “I walked through fire and I didn’t get burned.”
Glacier: “What the hell is that supposed to mean God you're so crazy sometimes you can’t walk through fire and not get burned cause I tried that once and I ended up in hospital with burn marks all over me it was really painful STARCRAFT 2 WOOHOO!... lol.”
StormyKnight: “.......…”
Smms: “.......…”
StormyKnight: “Well, I know exactly what you mean. We come up against all kinds of fires in our lives, and when we test ourselves and face our fears, we usually don't get burned…”
Smms: “What the f*** are you talking about?”
StormyKnight: “I don't know, but me and Mr. Muggles are gonna make out some more!”
(They start making out again.)
(HirosLover is getting thrown out of the club.)
HirosLover: “I'm not a peeping tom! Yahooo!”
Emmie: “What the…”
(The bouncers throw him out on the street.)
Bouncer: “MSN IS BETTER!”
HirosLover: “Did you see me? I was in the woman's bathroom! I tried to get to the filming of the Star Trek movie, but I guess I overshot it…”
Emmie: “Great, now you're a pervert!”
HirosLover: “OH LOOK WHOSE TALKING!”
Emmie: “Sorry…”
HirosLover: “I teleported myself!”
Emmie: “Enough! You can't break the space/time continuum!”
HirosLover: “Fine, don't believe me.”
Emmie: “There are over twenty posters on this board. Not one of them can bend time and space. Why do you want to be different!?”
HirosLover: “Why do you want to be the same!?”
Emmie: “Because that's what I am. The same.”
HirosLover: “It's what we all are. Homogenous. Yogurt.”
Emmie: “More like liquid candy.”
HirosLover: “I still don't get that... You don’t understand, I want to be special.”
Emmie: “We’re not special! We’re just Boardies!”
HirosLover: “Fine. Stay here. Be just like everyone else. I wanna boldly go where no man has gone before.”
Emmie: “Ok, that's it! SPOCK IS MINE, SO BACK OFF!”
HirosLover: “.......…”
(HirosLover starts to walk away. Emmie yells at his back.)
Emmie: "That's right, you're special! You're ‘Super HirosLover‘!”
(Uncle_Jerry is back at work.)
Uncle_Jerry: “What're you looking for? I keep my naked Elle pictures at home.”
ILOVEMILO: “Morphine.”
Uncle_Jerry: “What for?”
ILOVEMILO: “I need you to come with me someplace.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Where?”
ILOVEMILO: “You're a nurse, you can give out a shot. You can help him.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Help who?”
ILOVEMILO: “Peter5Petrelli.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Ohhh... Sure, I'll be glad to help him.”
(ILOVEMILO leaves. Before following, Uncle_Jerry grabs a box of rat poison.)
(Smms is home, washing dishes.)
Smms: “I love you mom.”
StormyKnight: “I love you too, but you know you'll always be second place to Mr. Muggles.”
(Smms drops her class ring in the garbage disposal.)
Smms: “Hmmm, well this is simple... Hey Glacier! Can you get something for me?”
Glacier: “What?”
Smms: “I dropped twenty bucks in the sink. If you can grab it, it's yours.”
Glacier: “No way the last time I did that I had to get my hand replaced with a wooden one and now everybody at school makes fun of me they call me 'Woody' it's really cruel and it makes me cry and when I cry the wood gets wet and tears up... lol.”
Smms: “OKAY! I'll just get it myself…”
(Smms reaches in the garbage disposal, and brings out her hand all bloody. When StormyKnight walks up, Smms hides her hand behind her back.)
StormyKnight: “You know, I always wanted to do something fun and interesting. Like be a spy, or a government agent. Not that your dad isn't wonderful.”
Smms: “Oh, if you only knew…”
StormyKnight: “My point is, you should know who you are, and know that it's enough. Because who you are, is special.”
Smms: “About that, I think I'm old enough to know who my real parents are…”
StormyKnight: “Well I think you are too, and that's why I'm going to tell you. Your real parents are Rosie O'Donnell and Pauly Shore.”
Smms: “WHAT!? NOOOOO!!!”
StormyKnight: “Hahahaha! Just kidding! Wouldn't that just be the cruelest joke? Oh man, I make myself laugh sometimes...”
(HFM enters the house.)
HFM: “Honey, I'm home!”
(The ‘I Love Lucy’ Theme plays.)
StormyKnight: “Hey honey!”
(Smms sees Mr. Muggles licking her blood on the floor.)
Smms: “No! Bad Mr. Muggles! Drink this instead!”
(Pours Glacier's urine on the floor, then heads to the door.)
Smms: “Hi daddy!”
HFM: “Hey baby!”
(As they hug, a heart closes in on the screen.)
(HirosLover is riding the subway. A Japanese man is asleep on his shoulder, drooling. HirosLover looks and sees a sign. It's a advertisement for Southwest Airlines. It says 'Wanna get away?' HirosLover closes his eyes and thinks of a happy place. A few seconds later, and he's in New York City.)
“Hey, I'm walking here!”
“It's called a turn signal moron!”
“Why don't you make like your buttcrack and split?”
HirosLover: “THIS is a happy place!? Oh well…”
(HirosLover puts his arms in the air and loudly exclaims...)
HirosLover: “YATTA! HELLO NEW YORK!”
(Uncle_Jerry and ILOVEMILO reach Peter5Petrelli's apartment. The room is dark.)
ILOVEMILO: “Peter5Petrelli? I brought someone to help.”
(Uncle_Jerry pulls out a flashlight and looks around.)
ILOVEMILO: “Ummm... Why do you carry around a flashlight?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Oh, FlyingMan uses it to entertain me when he's too busy to play. I always try to catch the light, but it always escapes me!”
(ILOVEMILO sees Peter5Petrelli lying on the floor.)
ILOVEMILO: “Oh my God!”
(Uncle_Jerry tries to slip him some rat poison, until he hears ILOVEMILO say...)
ILOVEMILO: “I'm calling 911.”
Uncle_Jerry: “Oh, of course. Right thing to do... *whisper* Jerk…”
(While ILOVEMILO tells the ambulance the directions to the apartment, Uncle_Jerry is distracted by a painting. A painting that depicts him flying.)
Uncle_Jerry: “Ohhh, SNAP!….. Hey, check this out! There’s this ugly dude who thinks he can fly. Heh, heh, what an idiot.”
ILOVEMILO: ”That’s you…”
Uncle_Jerry: “Oh…”
(Peter5Petrelli whispers to ILOVEMILO, as he points at the painting on the floor. A painting that depicts New York exploding.)
Peter5Petrelli: “We have to stop it... We have to stop it…”
This quest... This need to solve life's mysteries. In the end, what does it matter when the human hea... Blah blah blah! I still haven't got my pizza! What could possibly take them so long!? What is this, Dominos? If they think I'm gonna pay for it, they're mistaken!
(A taxi drives down a alley. It stops and FlyingMan gets out, talking on his cell phone.)
FlyingMan: “Alright, I'm here. Now, where are you?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Pssst, look up.”
(FlyingMan hangs up and looks to the roof of the building. Uncle_Jerry is standing on the edge of the top.)
Uncle_Jerry: “I've been up here all night! Thinking about this! Thinking about my destiny!”
FlyingMan: “Whatcha doin' Uncle_Jerry?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Pssst, I'm gonna fly.”
FlyingMan: “Could you stop saying pssst?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Pssst, no I can‘t, pssst.”
FlyingMan: “C'mon, quit screwin' around!”
(Uncle_Jerry does as he does in his dream. He spreads his arms out, clears his mind, and steps off the ledge. Shocked and surprised, FlyingMan flies up to catch him. He intercepts him mid-air, and tries to hold on.)
Uncle_Jerry: “You're flying FlyingMan, how?”
FlyingMan: “Jeez, my name is FlyingMan, and I'm a flying man. How hard is it for you to figure out?”
(FlyingMan tries to pull him up to safety, but loses his grip. Uncle_Jerry falls.)
FlyingMan: “NOOOOO!!! I dropped my tartar sauce…”
(Uncle_Jerry falls onto a clothesline, and hangs upside down above a catwalk. One of the shirts on the line wraps around his face, creating a mask. Suddenly, ILOVEMILO walks out onto the catwalk.)
Uncle_Jerry: “Give me some sugar baby.”
(ILOVEMILO pulls his shirt mask down past his lips, as they kiss.)
ILOVEMILO: “Who are you?”
Uncle_Jerry: “Your friendly neighborhood Uncle!”
(The clothesline snaps, sending him towards the ground.)
Uncle_Jerry: “AHHHHH!!!”
I love that phrase!
Plus, CMN will get Ted's power anyway.
Oh, and you'll decide who Eden's gonna be. So have fun with it!
She's such a bad*ss character. 
