-- Continuation of response to Darth Michael's FDK --Maybe it’s the frog DNA slowing transforming her?
LOIS: Into brainless bimbette? Yes, I could believe that.
Oh dear. Is she going to leave the dryer on and the machine will catch fire and burn down her apartment and the rest of the building, too?
Is there some reason that you want Lois to end up homeless?
Like the obligatory serial killer visiting her?
Exactly. They *never* take the stairs.
and shop for a swimsuit for Clark,
Red briefs?
He doesn't have them with him, so no. More on Clark's swimsuit in Part 186.
Hoping to score some local tail from his interview?
JIMMY: It doesn't have to be local.
And yet he dresses up in primary colors, gives interviews, and does poses for the ladies-folk.
SUPERMAN: That's all part of the act.
Nah, some hard rain or maybe a firehose and you’re good.
So, you don't think it would stain.
LEX: /looking at stain in concrete on Lex Plaza/ Mrs. Cox, I'm beginning to think we shouldn't have used that cheap grade of cement on my plaza.
“The man’s dead,” Clark said somberly.
Hence the jolly mood all around.
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The man basically made a home movie of himself and a fiancée and published it on vinetube.
CLARK: And that's a reason to celebrate his death?
(the night before at the bar)
JIMMY: Let's raise our glasses again to celebrate that Jerk's demise!
CLARK: /
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/ Only if it's champagne. Luthor deserves our very best send-off! Who wants to pee on Lex Plaza with me?
/How Henderson really discovered that Clark was drunk the night before/
/ER has an idea/ What if other crime bosses also ‘got the urge’ to jump off the top floor of some skyscraper or other?
SUPERMAN: It seems my work here is done. I'm taking a vacation.

See you all at Disney World! /flies Lois to a deserted island to concentrate on B-Plot for a while/
PERRY: Who would have believed that Senator Black, my old friend Bill Church and his son, and Diana Stride were all criminals?
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Thanks, Fixed.

He does realize that they quite frequently made out while she was engaged to another man. And the only reason they hadn’t ended up in her bed was because of Lois’s big brother.
Uncle Tempos? Or Grandpa Wells?
So, no superhuman feats?
LANA: My fiancé really sucks in bed.
CLARK: /points to list/ Well, kissing isn't allowed so I improvised.
Lana had broken up with him originally for floating during the first time they were intimate and then dropping her the foot back to the bed when she screamed.
I suddenly sense quite a parallel to how Lana felt about Clark. I wonder if Clark is going to go all Lana on Lois. Like forbid her from ever calling out Lex’s name in the throes of their passion. Or do him on the living room couch. Or in their bedroom. Or be topless in front of him.
Well, probably yes on the first three. Since he didn't see the last one, I'd go with no.
LOIS: So, you're saying I should move and throw out my furniture?
Is that why female reporters usually carry mace in their purses?
LOIS:

I brought the wrong purse. All I have here is whipped cream.
I wonder if the microphone might fit into a human mouth…
LOIS: Good idea! Let's test it.

She took four huge scoops out of ice cream
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The ‘out’ and the ‘of’ don’t sound like they go together…
This is what I get when I change things after I let the betas read it.

How about "She took out four huge scoops of ice cream..."??
LOIS: What? I’m no longer engaged, my boyfriend’s off in Vegas doing who knows whom, and thus am I not entitled to fudging?
She had a bad week.
She topped it off with a crushed Double Fudge Crunch Bar she had stomped on with her shoe.
ER: /That poor defenseless DFCB/
It's easier to eat if it's broken up though.
Well…she needed a slot for Lex’s name?

Would she have preferred to sleep in the living room, listening to her parents getting ‘re-aquiented’?
LOIS:

Please. No. I don't want those nightmare again.
The frog DNA has already taken over! Quick, someone x-ray her ancle.
But chocolate is her substitute for Clark, so when she realizes that chocolate isn't doing it for her, it's because she knows it's really Clark that she wants.
EW: /hands Lois a Clark bar to shut her up./
LOIS: Thanks.
Wouldn’t it be awkward if Lex broke into her apartment this very night and carried Lois off to the arc, but left a Lois-clone behind? Okay, you said no clones, so maybe a dead body of the fake Lois. They could use acid to mangle her face just enough to hide the reconstructive scars?
Yes, there are many roads ahead I could choose from, isn't there? I'm thinking the one I take will surprise you.
She could first eat the sundae then go out running off the sugar high?
Oh, that's right. She still has the treadmill.
LOIS:

Also, frumpy Lois sounds adorable!
She is, isn't she?
LOIS: /contented sigh/ Thanks, I needed to hear... Wait. What?
Thanks for your

comments and magic comma fixer.