– Continuation of my Response to Michael’s FDK – And those bottoms were to shorts as a necklace was to a shirt. Not even close.
ER: /appreciates my… er… Clark’s anaology/
LOIS: What? I call them shorts because they’re short. It’s not a lie or anything…
Exactly.
CLARK: Yes. I thought you weren’t naked. I mean nude. I mean nine. Erm…dressed. /gives up/ ?
Yes, that sounds about right.
Also, did he just act like she got the plague or something when he jumped up? He must really not wish to see her naked. Must do wonders for her self-esteem.
LOIS: Fortuanately, I know I’m hot, so it didn’t… much.
She bent over and picked up her nightshirt from the floor, giving him a peek-a-boo glance at the area above the top of her thighs from under her boxer shorts.
Clark: /at a loss for words/
CAT: Gluteus Maximus
LOIS: Did Cat just say I have a big butt?
EW: No. Cat’s not in this scene.
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CLARK: That was just Cat’s voice reading the dictionary for me.
Clark sucked in a deep breath and shifted his gaze upwards towards the ceiling, placing his hands on his knees to stop himself from doing something they both might regret.
Removing said shorts?
I was thinking ‘touching’ said shorts, but ‘removing’ works.
CAT: I already tried that. Didn’t work…
LOIS: That’s because Clark didn’t want YOU.
His saving grace.
“Me, too.” That was the truth. He preferred it when people weren’t hurt, especially Lois by his sudden disappearances.
Maybe they shouldn’t make love on the ceiling, then?
CLARK: Make love… we don’t… Did you say ceiling?… /his eyes roll upwards again and he swallows nervously/… um… Oh… Oh, my!
LOIS:
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CLARK:
Yep.
Superman going to date blonde reporters from now on?
LOIS: Superman doesn’t date.
Lois going to date Hawaii-shirted federal agents from now on?
LOIS: I’m a much better actress.
And most of those people don’t even know there’s a Clark, so good an actor is he.
Exactly!
LOIS: So you’re stupid.
CLARK: That has never been at issue, minha.
That’s because he’s well trained. But it’s also the only way to stop him.
LANA: I don’t understand. I said ‘yes’ and he’d get this glassy look in his eyes and say that he had to work late. Are you saying it was me?
Well…it would actually have been more akin to the plague, being rooted in Europe’s Middle Ages and all that. Unless he’d give her the 9 month affliction that would bloat her, make her lose her center of gravity, make her sick, and then, cause years of sleepless nights.
LOIS: I don’t know what the ER is referring to. We’ve had sex and I didn’t get sick once… except after that one time I had to kiss Lex.
Actually, since there’s been no evidence of his entertaining other women in the year they’ve known each other, it would mean that he’s doing this for kicks while not getting any. That would seem very strange and highly unlikely. Slimeballs aren’t usually the sexually abstinent type.
Or just seeing a bunch of different women all over the world and really good at hiding it.
That an the cage. Crazy billionaires always have cages in their wine cellars.
BRUCE WAYNE: No, cages are so 1992.
LUTHOR: He’s an *alien*! That’s…icky!
/chuckles/ There are *other* worse things.
CLARK: /covering his ears/ numb… numb… numb… I can’t hear you!
“Of course. Would you like some cannoli?” he asked.
She raised her brow.
ER: /Duh, flyboy. She’s there in your apartment wearing your crest! Of course she wants cannoli!/
Pretty much.
“With crema or cioccolato?” he asked.
Lois merely shook her head in disbelief that he had to ask.
CLARK: /Right! Both/
Exactly!
Umm…also…You are worried about 2200? /packs for generational story/
Don’t want to use up all of my creative juices re-writing plots of episodes unimportant to the grand scheme of things.
Generational? You mean my daughter taking over where I left off?
