“I don’t need him to sleep with me, Lois,” Linda said, implying that Lois did. “I just need him to talk to me.”
LOIS:
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So? I’ve got urges, too. Sue me.
Anyway, he was Superman; technically, it wasn’t a scoop to interview oneself, no matter how one spun it.
Will still get him hired at the Met Star, though.
With a quick snap of Lois’s fingers, the band hit Linda in the back of the head, causing her to spill a mouthful of coffee down the front of her and stain her blouse.

Michael