Halftime!
Well, that's for catching up on FDK. When I read it, I wasn't going
at halftime.
Unfortunately, he came away form this effort worried about her lack of aggressiveness.
Oh boy. She’s now Love-Sick Puppy Lane.
Still, it was unsettling to see today’s version of Lois react with joy and understanding to situations where he knew that regular Lois would be angry and sarcastic.
For instance, the latest corruption scandal involving a city councilman, a highway built through a residential area, and a male prostitute dressed in five-inch pencil heels.
After Lois had turned in her first story yesterday, Perry had asked Clark to work with her until she ironed out her style. For the time being, Clark was doing a final edit pass on all her work.
She’d accepted this gracefully, and that worried him too. Under normal conditions, Lois would never have so calmly accepted his reworking her words.
Her normal reaction is also known as ripping his guts out with a dull spoon.
If that was true, Clark needed to get used to the idea that Lo-lo might be here to stay.
Oh boy.
In any case, I didn’t have you categorized as the type of… person that would take advantage of a woman the way that you are abusing Lois.”
Yeah, turns out that had all just been luck and happenstance.
“Be careful Mr. Kent. You aren’t in Smallville, Kansas anymore.”
Which is why he isn’t pulling a shotgun on Lex.
His unwillingness to listen managed to irritate her just a tiny bit. “Lois is gone,” she said sharply. “I told you, I’m Lo-lo. Lois was a stick in the mud. I’m making new friends and having a lot more fun than she ever did.”
Oh boy. Now we’ve got a real identity issue here.
“You’re hurting me,” she whimpered in pain.
Michael
