Sylar? Wasn't that a watch brand? Cripes, what kind of name was that, anyway? Mean parents, Sasan would give the guy that. Still. Stealing his look? The face was what was key here, essentially, and Sasan's features had delved into a look that could be decidedly described as 'bitchface'. "Really." And left it at that.

Clearly, he had to be destroyed.

Until then. Hi. Was he flirting al--no? He was... poking. What the heck? "Trust me," he replied, of course mistaking the check for fantastical means with... a pec test or something? No idea. "It's all real, baby." And took him months to build up, so bitches best respect.

Oy, always with the furries, this one, wasn't he? "Zoophilia?" Sasan asked, with a weird sort of expression. "Isn't that someone who's afraid of zoos? Because, I don't know, they could be. But they dress up in weirdo teddy bear costumes and fuck each other. Hell if I know the details beyond that. Keeping the hot dog out of the package of moldy buns, if you know what I mean."