Future Hiro: You.
Future Hiro: Dude. Why are you talking like a castrato? You can bend time.
Hiro: Why you talking so low like gravel maker? Heeheeeheeeheeeheee.
Future Hiro: Lose the accent and stop giggling like a little girl losing a tickle fight. Have you seen your bitchin’ weapon?
Hiro: Yeeeeeeeessss! It is suh-, swuh-
Future Hiro: Sword? Dude, I can’t believe how lame I was. This is embarrassing.
Hiro: It so sharp. I afraiiiiiid.
Future Hiro: Hiro, it’s time to sack up. And I mean that literally. Are you sure Sylar didn’t cut off your nutsack?
Hiro: Nut. Sack. What is nutuh sackuh?
Future Hiro: Christ.
(Future Hiro reaches over to his past self and confirms that, despite appearances, Hiro’s nutsack is still intact)
Hiro: Ooooowwwwwwwwwwwee Zoweeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Arghhhhhhhhhh!
Future Hiro: Yep. Still there. Not sure how.
Hiro: EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Why you do that to me? You bad man. I don’t like. I going to cry. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
Future Hiro: Hiro, the fate of the world rests on that nutsack, you feel me? Save the nutsack, save the world.
Hiro: Save nutsack, save world. (whimpering) Nutsack hurt–will you kiss boo-boo?
Future Hiro: Hell no. Goddamn, I disgust myself.
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