He's a security guard? At least he's working "at" the Daily Planet.
CLARK: It's not the same.
Clark: <points to news stand> It really is NOT the same!
<floats>
CLARK: Yeah, Lois, thanks. Thanks a lot. Acknowledge my existance today?
Lois: Sure thing!
Really not working on full cylinders is he? He can't even afford to feed himself, how is he going to convince Miss Picky Pants to date him?
Clark: That's why I cry myself to sleep.
It's because she picked up a loser (by the name of Claude) at the next club they went to. They had a smashing good time and did everything that went on in Clark's dreams only without Clark. In the morning she awoke to no Claude and a note that said she probably should visit her doctor because he had several known and unknown varieties of VD. Hence why she's late.
<restrains Clark from going off to kill Claude, and thereby become what Trask wanted>
You'd think such an order was ironic; having worked in the food industry, it's more the norm.
Oh, my gosh! She IS an investigative reporter!
CLARK: Yes, that's how I ended up WORKING at the club you just happened to come into the night before. And I came in here doubly early to BEG them to let me work at this dead-end job just to have a glimpse of you entering the building.
LOIS: I thought so.
Clark: I'm thinking about donning a skintight outfit to fly around and follow you in too. Is that okay?
Lois: Only if the outfit hides *nothing.*
Zara: <holds up black outfit> I can help with that!
Clark, you need a hobby, man, and fast! Dead end jobs, and stalking Lois, just aren't cutting it.
Clark: <sulking> I *guess* I could become a crimefighter in my spare time.
She's making conversation with the flunky who made her coffee? Nope, sorry, I retract my earlier statement. She's too good for Luthor.
Well, she usually *is* nice to people who save her in some way. Luthor in Requiem, Scardino in Resurrection, Superman in the Pilot...
Probably a good thing, because she'd turn him down flat.
<whistles innocently>
CLARK: Toss me any ol' stories that are beneath you for me to work on for you.
LOIS: Well, I guess there are a few of those that cross my desk.
Clark: <looks through stories> The opening of a new pet store? Thanks, but I'll pass.
PERRY: I'm sorry, Kent. I had another applicant come in with work experience in the industry, it was tabloid work, mind you, but he wants to go legit. You've only worked dead end mindless jobs, bouncing, food service, stocking library shelves. Ralph, here, at least worked at the National Whisper. It's trash, I know, but it least proves he can read and write.
CLARK:
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Perry: A day off? Am I dying? <panics>
Just out of curiousity, why does he call it "super" cheating, when he's not yet "super" man?
Assuming he's always viewed them as *super*human powers...super for short...
Of course it's true. He had a bit of a difficulty waiting a whole half hour after calling in the "floater" to MPD after he had killed the guy down at Hobbs Bay. But at least he had written the article the night before.
Ah, Lois. Everything could be "big".
Lois: I want my Pulitzer, dammit!
LOIS: <<glances at Clark>> There's no way I'm ever going to forgive you.
Clark: Hey! I saved your life!
Lois: I could have taken that guy out.
Clark: I meant in the Congo. DUH!
Um... she hasn't talked to him in two months. Oh, right, Lois.
Well, he'll be at the news stand most days...
CLARK: <coughing, under his breath> Beg to differ.
<snicker>
Clark: <muttering under breath> I guess I'll have to wait to marry her...
Yea! Lane and Kent are on the case. Seven more posts and we've got to bring Jason Trask in, so Superman must be showing up at some point. I'm guessing THIS Lois is going to recognize him. Just a guess, especially if he uses that "friend" line again. Lots of fun!
<grins an evil grin>
