Arthur and Not-so-Sparky: So Doc, what’s with the eclipse and all us losing our abilities? You’ve had 90 minutes or so to review the high school astronomy textbook, you must know the answer.
Mohinder: Shit, I dunno- solar flares killed the midichlorians? Whatever, I’m healed and if you all will excuse me, I have a chick to woo.
N-s-S: Not so fast, I can still Bic you to-well, not death, but I can pester you like a 4th grade bully and hold your hand over the-
Mo: Oh mai Gawd, you evil fiend with your little lighter! I capitulate! Ahhgg, oh, the agony!
Arthur: Facepalm
HRG: While my nemesis is distracted by necking with my old partner, I can line up a- woah, dude, that was fast. And not in a good way……
Elle: Gabriel, maybe we can live normal lives now that we have no powers. Maybe even get a mattress!
Sylar: Mohinder got to flash his booty last week, it’s my turn tonight! Oh yeah Elle, we can have a future, we’re both victims of our parents, deny personal responsibility for our actions, bla bla-[Bang!] Damn, how did Noah know we were here? We haven’t seen anything of him since you shot his kid…here…this room…maybe we should have gone to a hotel.
Elle: Shit, this is the second time Glasses has shot me and missed my torso. To the Corvette!
Sylar: Naw, let’s run and hide in the alley half naked and bleeding
HRG: Smell yer fear
Daphne: This sux
Matt: Duh. But you’re still adorable
Sylar: Let’s fix your shot leg up in the middle of Rite Aid. We’re so clever.
Clerk: And I thought I was a big awk….
Elle: Still in my underwear in public with a GSW- can you go back to the clothing section and steal me some pants? And some Lithium, and Plan B….
Sylar: No, let’s take that gun wound of yours out for a run-Noah’s back. I’m going to nobly sacrifice myself to save you since I’m good this afternoon.
HRG: Since you two shot Claire up, she can’t be here for her karma-balancing ritual beatdown of you Sylar, so I get to wreak my vengeance upon you for hunting my girl down in her own house and cutting her head half off. Well, maybe a little lower. I’m pressed for time.
Sylar: But I’m good now! See my white shirt? (Splork!) Lo, I am ruptured! Ew, mess!
Doctor: Aside from the minor issue of the GSW, your daughter has the bacterial count of a London gutter during the 18th century. Does she even have an immune system?
Sandra: actually, she looks a lot healthier than usual. Except for that seizure-can you go do something about that?
Mohinder: Let me inject you with some unknown substance, lighter boy
Flint: Did you think I’m that stupid?
Mo: Honestly, yeah, I did- [smashes the everloving crap out of Sparky with a bigass microscope]
Comic store guy-Dude, this is so awesome!
(ed: that’s pretty much verbatim. Mohinder with heavy object beatdowns and the metasnark- I cheered that like I was watching the Death Star blow up)
And as the moon passes away from the sun and we can see what the hell is going on again……
Nathan: Peter I love you, it’s nice to see those bangs that control your intelligence growing back-and may I say, using your empty weapon to pistol whip that guy and grabbing his loaded gun? I was so proud- but I’m going to go join up with Dad -the guy who had me kidnapped by Colonel Kurtz back there?- and become his Presidential puppet minion. A superpowered army can save the world!
Peter: So that’s the message you got from being held hostage by a megalomaniacal slave trader? Really!? So, it’s my week to have the family brain I guess?
Mo: My one night stand love of my life! Open the door!
Maya: Well, it’s been a whole week since you goo’ed me to your lab wall, I’m over it.
Mo: looks at mottled mutated hand; Apparently, I’m not. *Scuttles away with much pathos, returns to this year’s older male authority figure who gives him the professional approval he always wanted from his father. *
HRG: I’m home Clairbear. Hey, killed your brainrapist for you.
Sylar: Yeah, no. Revenge time!
HRG: Oooof! They aren’t your parents, you dork. They’re just playing through your Netflix collection of parent issues. Speaking of which, you two work with Mohinder now, right?
Sylar: I’m so confused. Hey, wait-got my boxcutter power back, bitchman (Sploooooork!).
Hiro: Bad man go bye bye! You too, blondie. Hey Claire, let’s go time travelling.
Sylar: Because of the way you betrayed me by my killing your father, and for stoking my murderous tendencies, even though I forgave you for that last week, I’m going to kill you Elle
Elle: Man, I thought I was unstable-would you like some of my Lithi-OUCH!
And Elle joins Candace, Eden and in a way, Niki, on the cute yet emotionally traumatized Company girl dead list.