My muse thanks you. *Let's make it a 10-parter party!*
My lack of sleep, my desire to scribble naughty things in my notebook, and my Betas waiting for the next part of Wrong Clark, not so much.
Oops, I guess, I didn’t expect the sugar-rush thingy to also apply to muses. My bad! Wait, 10 parts, after all?
And naughty things padding this section?
/heads over yonder/
Yes, I know. But they're always implying it's so high, kind of like the bullpen at the Daily Planet.
Yeah, very annoying, that.
LOIS: Too many? And where is Clark when I could use some strong man to carry me across the threshold… I’m almost considering ordering some sushi /evil/
EW: Sushi? /not a fan of squid sushi/
I figured, if she just ordered some exotic sushi, Clark might happen to overhear just some parts, displace her, and she could still claim rightful indignation at his interference. After all, she only ordered sushi…
EW: CLARK: Oh, darn. /Now Lois will need a new place to live, such as a loft-apartment on Clinton Street already inhabited by an alien/ I mean /now Lois will have a more legitimate excuse for demanding benefits from cohabitating with her boyfriend/.
Funny aside, back in the late 70s, women weren’t allowed to take the bar if they were cohabitating with their boyfriends sans state license. The same Wikipedia article didn’t mention anything about men not being allowed to take the bar in a similar circumstance.
MAYSON: Good thing I took the bar in the early 90s, then, huh?
EW: But just imagine how much worse she'd be off if she lived on the ground floor.
In daily need for a Superman intervention?
LOIS:
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ER: Because the extra inch on the heels gives her some much needed height advantage over Clark?
EW: In hopes of reducing her partner to a pile of mush and begging her to go to bed with him?
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LOIS: /did never really listen to Molly when she was talking about classes/ Was that a computer programmer in-joke?
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Since you made one with a word play, I couldn’t help but add some more
It’s like Cat-nip.
ER: But what about the kids?
EW: I don't think that's high on Lois's priority list.
Well, she certainly should make certain kid-related things a priority, then. Otherwise, she’ll have to prioritize diapers.
LOIS: Superman can deal with those.
EW: /earns the ‘E’/ Caught on that Lois isn't the most reliable narrator, have you?
ER: Will she also make a note in her calendar to get a pregnancy test two months down the line?
CLARK: Why would she do that?
LOIS: /still not the smartest boyfriend, ever/ Because I'm BORED!
Something out of Lois Lane's Curse Dictionary?
Is he allowed to use those grown-up words?
ER: Where are we going to get a replacement from?
EW: Ooops. I wasn't supposed to kill this one off, was I? My bad!
Lex is fine. I think you meant his clone.
There a difference?
LEX:
Been a while since you've watched OB?
Kinda…
ER: Base jumping.
LOIS: Oooooh. That sounds like fun!
CLARK: /doesn’t enjoy the ER suggesting flight-like activities to his girlfriend/ For whom?
ER: Instead, Superman would be the one doing the propositioning.
SUPERMAN: That's not good for my image.
FLI: Superman’s The Man!
LOIS: I so have. It just happens to be stored below the freezing point of water.
EW: So she needs her super boyfriend to heat it up for her?
Things Superman can do in three minutes or less, for 100, please.
ER: Wouldn’t the roof be much better suited to this?
EW: Not as comfortable?
LOIS: What?
And flying her everywhere so she doesn't build up her muscle mass.
LOIS: Exactly.
ER: Would the same thing also apply to getting intimate attention?
EW: With Lois saying it, 'no', with Clark, 'yes'.
I see. Rule 66…
But that would be after the cat was out of the bag.
Yeah, but they could then talk freely, at least?
What if there was a fire and she needed to use the fire escape? It's not safe.
And would said fire get started in Lois’s kitchen?
LOIS: I was trying to *cook*. It’s not *my* fault that the windows were bolted shut from the outside…
ER: Yes, but DFCBs aren’t a wholesome meal for the entire family.
EW: She meant metal staples.
Mine’s edible to Lois?
CLARK: Okay. NOW, I'm worried! A blond billionaire vigilante. There's no winning for me is there?
FELICITY: He's got sort-of a mood problem.
CLARK: AND I'm back in!
LOIS: There’s a difference?
Heat vision wouldn't have sanitized the dirt?
Sanitized dirt still tastes like dirt in your mouth?
CLARK: /is quite horny by now/ I... um... plead the 5th.
Stopping the Hawkeye, too.
CLARK: *looks at his hands* I don't have enough fingers.
ER: Now, why does she sound like she’s planning to pay him back in kind?
EW: /has naughty muse/
Riiiiight. Like Lois is going to press charges.
LOIS: But, Commander, he DIDN'T ask to have intimate relations with him.
CLARK: Damned if I do her, damned if I don’t.
Michael
