Darth Michael: Yea! I’m finally caught up with the regular FDK… /eyes inbox/ Other replies may be slow in coming.
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CLARK: /confused/ Umm…this means I have to run with it until I’m far away from all the enemy players, right?
LOIS: Nope. It’s your turn to make a move.
CLARK: Uh… Are you sure about that?
EW: Actually, it’s a mixed metaphor / pun on the CostMart/Daily Planet Ball.
To be fair, his brain wasn’t really getting much oxygenated blood at that time.
LOIS: Likely excuse! Women never have any such problems!
Over a year earlier….
LOIS: /the first time she saw Superman/
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LEX: That’s way I have a private express elevator at Lex Tower.
LOIS: For news?
LEX: To avoid reporters.
Erm…some good FoLCs have suggested that maybe if she started to *act* like she’s high on Revenge…
CLARK: /nudges Michael/ Could you please stop suggesting that? My resistance / control is already teetering on the edge. Thanks.
LEX: Guard? Are you *sure* this plexiglass separator is shatterproof?
LOIS:
Maybe they could play a game? Everytime Clark reveals something to her she’ll reveal some skin to him?
Or maybe since her skin makes him nervous, every time he reveals something, she could reveal another part of his body and cover up another part of hers.
CLARK: That works for me!
LOIS: Me, too!
CLARK: Wait. Why am I suddenly naked?
LOIS: Because I’m better at strip poker than you are.
CLARK: I’ve changed my mind. This doesn’t work for me.
LOIS: Too bad, it works just dandy for me!
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Hmm…he’s back in the office already, huh?
Yep. But then again. He’s faster than a speeding bullet!
LOIS: Oy! Stop reminding me!
Wouldn’t that position afford her some chance of planting her knee in a sensitive spot? What if that’s Ralph?
He would’ve never have succeeded in getting her out the door.
LOIS: The ER didn’t get the memo about immovable strong arms, did he? /loves it when her man makes a move/
Funny fact. I added “immovable” to that line right before posting. You must have read the earlier draft version.
He must be *quite* bad at this.
LANA: There’s a reason why I never enjoyed his attentions.
/points to lack of blood to the brain theory posted earlier./
He trying to score with her?
See! Flattery IS Lois’s Kryptonite!
Superman carrying schoolbooks in front of him the entire morning. News at nine.
That must have been awkward at the fire.
CLARK: /huh/ I swear, Lois, next time will be longer.
LOIS: Thanks, Michael. Another ‘faster than a speeding bullet’ joke. You’re going to give him a complex!
So, not trying to score with the pretty coed rescuees?
Or Mayson.
CLARK: I’ve found it difficult to score since giving the scorecard to Lois.
Can’t be helping that the audience is keeping on with the cajoling, huh?
LOIS: No. Thank you very much!
Oops? He dissed his girlfriend? That can’t go over well.
Well, in his defense, she was waiting for him to stop by and comment, and wasn’t waving her notepad and saying in a cooing voice, “Hey, Superman!”
I’m starting to think maybe it’s best if a conscious Clark never gets to have sex with a conscious Lois.
Oh? So, you want them to end up with other people?
Poor hot stuff. Now she even has to deal with double standards in her own psyche.
It’s not a double-standard if she never admits is aloud, right?
Superman could promise to sign autographs or go to candlelight dinners with each member of the jury who votes guilty?
SNELL: Jury tampering!
Yes, but what if that ne’er-do-well also has a rich sugardaddy ensuring his release?
BILL CHURCH Sr.: /wave/
No wonder Mayson never got her Church on!
Hmm…I think a ‘have’s missing there.
So, it should be in past tense, then?
Thanks.
Some of the guys from accounting are raiding the newsroom with paintball guns?
PERRY: Jimmy!
What if he showed up dressed as Ultra Woman?
Doesn’t UW wear a cape?
You know, one would think those bullets probably should have at least bruised some ribs, maybe even cracked them.
CLARK: Really? I feel fine.
JIMBO: Ow. Ow. Owwwwww!
Or maybe they just went to the same Ivy League school or played golf together or just well, had a financial relationship. He probably just called up his old chump and told him that the community service is cramping his style.
Or maybe a little of both. But that would assume that Lex had friends and Lois knew for a fact that Luthor doesn’t (hence the lack of groomsmen.)
Oh boy. And she shouted that out loud in the office?
OFFICE STAFF: Old news. Already heard all about that from the Chief.
CLARK: /huh/ It’s how things went with Lana…
CLARK: She’s been grouchy and irritable all week and insisted we stop by the Fudge Castle last night. Seems like a good time for her to be… uh… emotional.
Maybe if she visited Dr. Friskin?
Mayson did give Lois Friskin’s business card.
So they’re like mold, spreading behind the wallpaper, poisoning the air in the room one spore at a time?
Thankfully not. Just really hideous pictures.
“You know,” she said hesitantly. “— if we make love, we’d win and he’d lose.”
TEMPUS: /thinks this is a winning plan/
Yep. Sir Tempusalot has made his own back-up plan on that front.
RALPH: /reminds L&C that he also does film reviews in his spare time/
It’s probably best not to go with a plan Ralph thinks is a good idea.
Lois pretended to consider that idea. “Well, it would have to be of me and Superman, and it’s probably best if such a tape never exists,” she said, sighing deeply with regret. “So, no.”
GOODE: /still thinks it’s a good / GOODE plan and plans on going forward with the idea with or without them/
Why do I see trouble in this couple’s future?
/rotflol/ She doesn’t do patient men, huh?
Not so far.
LEX: I was patient! Fat lot of good it did me. Never again!
Uh-oh? Also, next stop the drug store for some dye?
Um… nope. Wrong story. But stopping by the drug store never hurts, right?
