Nice one, Laura!
Just then, Lois Lane stepped out of the Messenger’s control room and stared at her partner. “Kent?” She pointed to the large red ‘S’ on his chest. “What the heck are you wearing?”
Clark froze in his place. All thoughts of the doomed spacecraft flew from his mind. He no longer heard the annoying beeping coming from the control room so she must have done something to save the day, and, more importantly, she knew who he was. The disguise hadn’t worked. At least not with her.
“Clark?” He could hear a hint of laughter in her voice. Even worse, she was pointing at him like he was a freak. “Tights? And a cape?” Now she wasn’t even trying to hide her amusement.
ROFL!!
