How was he supposed to describe the torment Trask doled out with the Kryptonite he had?
S: He takes it out and then it hurts really bad.
But his traitorous stomach grumbled loudly. "I should leave. I don't want to bother you," he weakly tried to cover for his stomach.
Awwww
It was the best food he'd ever had.
Duh!
It was piping hot and so flavorful as to be almost overwhelming for S and his keen senses of smell and taste.
Well, that’s so his delicate senses don’t get overwhelmed.
Were they like Trask, looking to find a way to control him?
Well, they *will* expected him to attend school. And help with the chores.
But he would leave footprints behind.
/points at falling snow/
At that moment, Jonathan's truck rumbled up the driveway and came to a halt.
He bringing a tree?
Jonathan got out of the cab and swiftly began to unload bags from the back. S watched as the man whisked the bags into the house.
Christmas presents!
"There's one other thing," Jonathan was saying. "I stopped by the Sheriff's office before I went shopping."
Oh boy.
"I gave Frank a description of S."
"Everyone wants babies," Martha sighed in turn. "Maybe..."
Michael
