My friend and I got bored in Chemistry class, and began writing back and forth to each other as if we were Gabriel and Sylar as dual personalities, arguing with each other constantly. Crack ensues.

This is a collaborative fic with Angst Is My Middle Name.

Pickle591 as Sylar, Angst as Gabriel.

Sylar… What are you doing?

I'm getting food, what are you doing?

Wondering why you're not getting the right cereal out.

What do you mean? Any cereal I pick is the right cereal.

No, it's not.

Yes, it is. Now shut up and leave me alone.

Excuse you. This was my body before it was yours, and I still have a say as to what goes on in it!

Not right now you don't. Besides, what's so wrong with Cocoa Puffs?

I hate them. I like Fruity Pebbles.

Ugh, Fruity Pebbles?! They taste like crayons and vomit.

… You lie. They taste like happiness and deliciousness.

You find crayons and vomit to be happy and delicious? I'm never letting you kiss Mohinder again.

I suppose you think it would be better to taste like dirt and coffee grounds with nasty, fake Easter chocolate?

… Yes. Besides, I have control of the body right now, so you can't stop me.

I'll tell Mohinder you were mean to me. You know what'll happen then.

You wouldn't dare.

Oho, I would.

If you tell him, I'll let him know what really happened to his lizard.

That was you! I would never put his lizard in a death match with a cat! Or bet on it!

I thought our scaly friend Mohinder would be stronger than that. Besides, Cuddles was your cat.

That's stupid! A lizard could never win – wait… what do you mean, was?

Uh… So how about them Fruity Pebbles, huh?

Oh, no… you will not get out of this that easily. What happened to Cuddles?

Well, Mohinder wasn't as weak as we thought.

What do you mean?

Cuddles tried eating him, and Mohinder got lodged in his throat. Made a come back from the grave, I guess you could say.

YOU LET MY CAT CHOKE?!

I HAD FIFTY BUCKS RIDING ON THE OUTCOME, IT'S NOT MY FAULT!

YOU WANTED HIM DEAD?! YOU BASTARD!!

HE PISSED ON MOHINDER'S FAVORITE SCARF, I HAD TO BUY HIM A NEW ONE!

THAT WAS BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T CLEAN HIS LITTERBOX! IT'S YOUR FAULT!

Pffft, he was your cat! I told you when we got him that I wouldn't take care of him. I hate cats!

He was your cat too! NOW GIMMIE FRUITY PEBBLES!

Oh, would you look at that… We're all out.

No fair! You threw it out the window!

I have no idea what you're talking about, Gabriel.

I hate your soul.

Love you too, Gabey-Baby.