I still have a reader left who likes banter!
Always!
LOIS: Okay! Who gave the Jimmys xray vision?
LOIS: /takes away Kryptonian dictionary, replaces it with Lois Lane Dictionary/
CLARK: Translation: This car is the right size for using as a camper while on the run from any number of people who might want to kill Lois.
Although, why was Clark happy at the notion of Lois wanting to engage in carnal relations with him and not taking ‘no’ for an answer even if it kills her?
CLARK: Um... I meant 'required' in a good way?
He keeps stepping into things, doesn’t he? First the ‘just Lois’, now this. Maybe he should just shut up and look pretty?
"Get the hell back to Vegas, my little Superman!"
LOIS: /wincing/ Oh, that's just wrong.
CLARK: /grimacing/ You don't have to tell me.
Oh boy.
JIMMY: <sees commas everywhere> Jenny is NOT a boy!
CLARK: Just talked all night, did you?
JIMMY: <not saying anything about checking her neck for any sign of an adam’s apple>
I went with the blow up doll in Vegas joke.
Actually, is that an American thing, blowup dolls in Vegas?
He's already felt guilty about that. Should it continue to be a nagging festering wound?
More fun for the readers? Less resolved tension for Lois?
CLARK: That was because of the chocolate!
LOIS: And many months ago!
Yes, and now it’s because of his memory of Lex. And considering it takes an asteroid to wipe that noggin clean…
I really don't have patience for shows that aren't on Netflix's instant list.
Also, I figured Lois couldn't always be impersonating Mayson.
You mean, ‘hot blonde’?
MARTHA: What? The description didn't include married.
LOIS: I don't think any of Clark's personas can be described as "the smart one."
FTH. CARLOS:
I chose a live without a Lois.
LOIS: Not helping your case there, buddy.
CLARK: How can she be hot and bothered? Space is cold.
LOIS: <can’t believe she settled for him because> He's got a nice body.
And that’s keeping her safe from generic trackers how?
Ho-hos, DingDongs, and Twinkies?
Although I was going for random pseudo-healthy foods with a surprisingly high sugar contents.
So, Clark isn't a handy, dandy Big Blue Boyscout?
I was thinking about the attempted interview.
Duh!
LEX: Money wasn't exchanged. Jewelry yes, but no money. So, it doesn't count.
See? And Lois went with the same deal, only she charged the Daily Planet building.
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Maybe even cut off a tab?
CLARK: shock /swallows/ Um... no thank you.
ER: /wonders if Lois and Clark's brains switched bodies/
Um... because she leaps before she leaps?
Actually, it was more of a rhetorical question…
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Maybe he put the mask on several women whom he then shot in front of Superman?
And that wouldn't have traumatized him?
Oh no, it surely would have. Especially when he’s already weakened from Kryptonite, got a splitting headache and could never be sure whether it’s Lois or not. I was merely trying to offer them new, different options of what all could have happened.
CLARK: So, I shouldn't have drawn a diagram here? /crumples paper/ my bad.
How is using Green-K on Clark going to keep him safe?
Because he’d be on the shuttle and not able to fly back down under his own power?
CLARK: Exactly, because if we have sex while I'm suffering from Green K exposure, *I* could very well end up being the one who dies.
LOIS: Say, *what?!*
CLARK: Sorry, 'make love'.
LOIS: No, let's go back to the scenario where one of us dies if we're intimate.
CLARK: oops. Oh, don't you worry about that, Lois. That look in your eye tells me it isn't going to happen any time in the near future.
LOIS: Why, Look, Clark. You've become psychic like me.
Oops?
Michael
