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At first it looks like we're looking at Meredith and Mr. Thompson's guts splattered all over the place from an unsuccessful jump, but it turns out to be lentil soup that the brainwashed Mama P is making. Apparently, she was programmed to believe in three quarter sleeves and a Laura Ashley print. Guess Papa P was getting sick of the Palin Power suits, too.

This could have been a great ending.

Linderman comes in to see if she remembers anything, but she doesn't. He tells her that her husband is evil and he can no longer stand by and watch her act like a strong black woman when she's really a scared white lady. It's embarrassing. He keeps on whispering and cooing into her ear about healing the scars caused by forced memories and brain wipes. He doesn't promise to do anything about the scars behind her ears, but says they're hardly noticeable. He stares deeply into her eys and asks for a Tic Tac. Finally, she comes out of it and realizes that she didn't buy that sweater and she hates lentils. She does ask, though, if she can keep saying badonkadonk. He shrugs and nods.

As he walks Meredith away from the burning crime scene in handcuffs, Thompson asks her why she's constantly on the rag about the company. She says that the company stormed her house fourteen years ago and she used her fire to defend herself. The place went up in flames and her baby girl Claire died in the fire. He says, out loud (doi) "That's what they told you? That she was dead?" Glad you're the one training people how to be loyal and keep their mouths shut, dude. He lets her go and tells her she's got a get out of jail free card. Aw! So sweet. Julia Roberts, if you're reading this, call your brother. Meredith walks disbelievingly (and reaaaaally slowly for someone escaping) over the bridge, while below, Claire is about to enter the fire and become a hero. Hey! I remember that! Then she leaves and goes home to bang Emo Tard.

I'm hot, you're hot. What's the problem?

Elle is over at Sylar's playing intelectual girlfriend. She suggests that they go check out one of the cheesy movies that has been made into an even cheesier broadway musical cuz there are like a thousand of them and what's better than Legally Blonde? Legally Blonde with SINGING. He's a little too into the idea, which is uncomfortable. Thankfully, there's a knock at the door. It's a skeevy dude with greasy hair, mime base, and eyeliner. Elle says that she found someone else who's slightly gay and has powers so Sylar won't feel so alone. Greasy Slightly Gay guy shows off his power, which is shooting bullets out of his fingers. Sylar gets a brain boner, and Elle starts cheering him on. "Isn't that special! Don't you wanna be special like him? You would be so sexy if you were just a little specialer! Don't be a pussy! Eat his brain! EAT IT!"

Finally, Sylar breaks and throws GSG up against the wall with his mind. Elle gets worried. Too late sucka! Sylar tells her to leave, but she decides to try a last ditch effort at seeming like a good person and attempts to stop him with her power. Jig is up! He decides to let her go instead of opening her head, because he's a dumb boy, and shooting real bullets out of his fingers is almost the most exciting power in the world. Peeing perfect shapes into snow is first.

This would have been more pleasant for the both of us had you bothered to wash your nasty hair first.

Elle runs back to the van and begs for HRG to help her stop Sylar, but by the time she gets there, he's watching Sylar mess with the kid's brain. Elle asks if they can switch over to a Frasier rerun, but he refuses. That's cold.

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