No, it’s more like the now deceased carpenter who refurbished his old desk cut off a bit too much leg on one side.
Oh, and here I thought it was a little of both. A little of the deceased carpenter and a little of wanting to be alone to look at the cow pictures.
There there. He’s just such naughty fun to tease
CLARK: <<takes a deep breath>> So, he does like me after all? I know I have problems and all but I'm really not that bad of a guy (by the end of this story).
LOIS: Suck it up, Kent! You can't expect everyone to like you. I don't.
CLARK:
