Hi Mary!
he apparently wasn't as alone as he'd hoped to be,
Sounds like his girlfriend’s in there. Well, girl-who-wants-to-be-his-friend-with-benefits, but that’s awfully long.
LOIS: I call them ‘stalker’ for short. Or, simply, ‘Mayson’.
An army of people in suits and earpieces were industriously rifling through his things.
We understand that your lab has been studying a classified meteorite, which is now slated for transfer to Washington. I'm here to facilitate this transfer...if you could just tell us where the sample is currently being kept?”
They know about the Kryptonite?
“You are not from the American government,” he realized. “You are not from any government!”
Well, they’re from *one* bureau.
“Got it,” one of the supposed 'agents' finally said, pulling open Michel's safe with enough force to knock
Uh-oh?
'Clark!' Michel concentrated, furiously. 'Urgent! Danger! France! Why is this not working?!'
And he thinks it’s smart to get Clark to come flying into a room filled with ‘agents’ and Kryptonite?
TRASK: I’m so proud of them!
He was just starting to wonder if he could somehow lie down without them noticing,
He’s French. Couldn’t he fake a fainting spell at all the hubbub?
She picked up one of his samples of elemental potassium. “Tragic accidents.”
Oooh! Heart attack!
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Michael