Darth Michael: 
Lex-C!
You can’t go back to your apartment. You’re staying here tonight or at the Kents.”
LOIS: I'll let him have one suggestion, which sounds like order, then I'll break out the Kryptonite.
Preferably in the form of evidence like guns and sledge hammers? Then throw the bundle into Hobs Bay?
LOIS: /gazing into Hob's Bay as bubbles rise/ Wow. Those were heavier than I thought. I'll have to let Clark know when he returns from that rescue he went on.
Oh, you thinking about melting the evidence so it actually burns through Lex’s limbs and fuses with the bone?
LOIS: No, more like armor, really HEAVY armor. /starts to warm to idea of throwing Lex into the bay/
Dump the bundle into a foundation hole and pour concrete over it?
LOIS: No. That's for cloned historical convicts.
Awww…just like Clark does /appreciates the irony/
LOIS: /grumble/ I don’t *need* protection.
CLARK: /scoffs/ And *I* do?
LEX: Well, hookers are a dime a thousand.
LOIS: I don't *sell* myself! /nudges Clark/ Go ahead, Clark. Tell him how I gave it to you for free!
CLARK: Say, what?
Oh boy. He’s fixated on the wrong Lois.
EW: /glances at title/ Nope. He's the only "wrong" one here.
LOIS: Exactly!
Joe the Blow: Pretty boom!
Write an in-depth review of the Kamasutra for LFI?
CAT: *Now* whose article are you stealing?!
Oh boy. She’s finally gone bonkers.
His line about leaving the Daily Planet was just enough like canon Clark's that it brought the flashback / psychic moment forward in her mind.
LOIS: See. Not bonkers. Just really in touch with my previous self.
Gee. I wonder who could be at the door.
or
/one with wicked timing and a good sense of fun/ [oh, brother] Could be either of them.
Thanks for the chuckles.
