Recognizing Greatness...Petrelli Greatness, of course.

I have to admit, my little wonder Nathan was right about the waffles. They aren't terrible. The service, however, was a totally different story, Everyone was dropping things off at that morbid little death shrine and barely paid any attention to the fact that my coffee had become lukewarm. For heaven's sake let the poor child die in some modicum of peace and refill my coffee! I might have to buy this place just to get a fresh cup. The chocolate chip waffles on the other hand were quite good, when I finally got them amongst all the mooning of this Charlie person. Honestly enough, if they are going to put up shrines they should put one up for my little darlings, Nathan and Peter. After all both of them graced this tacky little backwater diner with their presence and it seems as though no one noticed that they were even here.

Where are the "Vote Petrelli" signs???

Where is the monument of Peter saving that little, his darling niece???

My poor Peter risked his very life to save a cheerleader and yet all you here about her in...what is this place called again? Odella? Ophelia? Oh, Odessa. All you here about in Odessa, Texas is "Poor Charlie, it's so sad that she was decapitated and then her brain was dissected for parts by some absolutely insane sociopath who has been rampaging across the country apparently eating brains."

Really, is it all that interesting?

Is that something that educated people pay attention to?

I think not! But saving the life a girl who is in the prime of her youth from that very same sociopath? Now, that's something to write home about. And of course, my precious angel did. Write home to me, that is. And did he get any recognition for his truly benevolent act?!?! No! He got arrested. They put a Petrelli in jail! Now I admit I've spent a little time in the "Big House" myself for that little incident in the department store, but really, the officials should have known better. And they had the nerve to actually question him, for his involvement in a crime. I almost had a mind to hunt down those silly little FBI agents myself and have the Haitian...educate them.

I swear the people in this place have no conception of true greatness. Soon the Petrelli name shall be worldwide and this shanty little...but I'm getting ahead of myself. Perhaps the Haitian could make a little trip to the Burnt Toast Diner. Maybe service would be a little better if no one remembers that little, what was her name again? That little Charlie person. What kind of name is that for a girl? It'd truly be a benevolent action, seeing as they are having such a hard time moving past their tragic loss and getting to my coffee...

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