Michael feedback!
/waits for him to meet Lois/
Hehehe!
It would also make for a great Greek Tragedy.
Or, at the very least, some twisted fanfiction.
JUDGE: Little Kal-El, we’ve found your parents. They’ve just landed last night in Outon’s Field. Flattened a lot of crops, let me say. Anyway, they bobbed in here and told us how you apparently took off with the cradle. Oh, honey, they’re not blaming you. Jor-El, that’s your father, he keeps muttering that he should never have installed that hyper-drive in the cradle…
Clark: Oh great. Let me guess, the owner of the crops is sueing for damages to boot.
/imagines female version of Judge Boone from Picket Fences/
<doesn't know who that is>
Well…the Joker has laugh-lines, too.
...........Good point.
CLARK: …and then he tried to shoot me…
Clark: And then there was the time he used an RPG on me...
A nun doing needle point?
Out of human intestines?
“They let me sleep in their warm shed.”
“They let me sleep in their warm shed.”
To play for the Bills before a devastating knee injury when the ball gets stuffed with Kryptonite?
Of course. He’s got to learn to read the recipes if he’s going to be of much use in the kitchen.
Also helps in measuring out ingredients too.
They never hit him like the other people do.
Or call him a creature.
Awwww, he’s learned to fetch
And he doesn't even leave drool on the paper!
Man. Woman. Yes. Man + Woman = fun. No.
Duh! There’s no land to conquer on the other worlds that Trask knows of.
That's because the Men In Black neurolized Trask after he found out about what *really* happened in Roswell.
LOIS: Great. Thanks a lot, guys.
Clark: It's okay, Lois. I'm sure that once I meet you, I'll forget how to speak and write coherently, if not completely.
Ooooh! You mean, like Lois?
<nods>
Now, that’s just mean. J.O. delaying their gratification for her own.
Old lady needs her kicks?
That’s not cutting to the chase.
<J.O. smiles and whistles innocently>
And Martha didn’t even need an epidural.
Martha: <shrugs> Works for me.
