You started out so well, Roger. Clark a broken beaten man, Lois wallowing in misery. Then you bring in the evil deus ex machina, H.G.Wells.
Somehow I'm resurrected and things devolve into all that yucky stuff (oh wait... I think that we can let that pass this time)
But then... You show your true colors. The depth of your evil knows no bounds. Children? The ultimate horror. A wham so nasty and vile that I would never even consider inflicting it on another individual.
Well, what can I say. The idea of having to make love to Lois is not a bad thing. In fact, it might even be quite pleasant. But children? I can't believe you would do that to me. I think I'll have to get that kryptonite from Star Labs after all.
Tank (who says, at least, there is still hope of convincing Lois to cut her hair)
