Michael: I'm glad you liked my little Thanksgiving present.
Looks like Sam can't hold his juice.
Perry's been out of the business a bit too long. And away from Lois...
Don't think Perry would try to delude himself (and Clark) into thinking that Lois WASN'T with Lex?
He could just pull a Cat. I'm sure the guys over at the Blue Oyster Bar would love to have him.
How'd I know you would interpret that line that way?
Wrong story. Anyway, I don't think Darth would be that polite.
He's the older gent'? That just sounded like a guy with grey hair, glasses, looking like he's sixty!
Remember the source, early twenties James Olsen!
The neuroscanner works again? And why is she risking those things? Or does she just not remember aside from a few confused fragments?
Yes. She's ballsy. Nope.
Huh. She doesn't sound like she knows they're Neuroscanning her and yet at the same time Lex told her so earlier. Or is it a game they're playing?
She knows. Figures it's worth a little pain to let them know she's alive.
/imagines Gene Hackman Luthor as the 'older gent'
I thought for Alt-Dimension and I'd make Lex look like traditional Lex.
But... But... But... you said he didn't burn her eyes out with a hot poker fresh from the fireplace when Clark had that last dream!
Lex didn't. No hot poker was used.
Could CLark maybe invite Lex to a private chat. Strap him to a rack and unclothe him. Then, use a small soldering iron to millimeter by millimeter transform Lex's reproductive system into charcoal before manipulating his other orifices the same way?
Could he? Yes. Will he?
/points to above suggestion/ And was it intentional, or was it a genuine accident? Was it the Neuroscanner malfunctioning? Or was it overuse? And does Lola know?
Can't say. Oooh. Neuroscanner malfunction! Wow, what a great idea.
Does Lola know what?
Uh-huh... /puts money down on Daniel/
Scardino?
