Oh, my goodness, what a portrait of schizophrenic Clark Kent this is!
But first... Cat Grant...
“A possible visitor from another planet arrives on Earth, and all you can think of is hauling him off to your lair to try him out?” Lois asked Cat disapprovingly.
“Test-drive, Lois. Couple of hours behind the wheel, and I know for sure if we’re talking import or domestic.” Cat grinned as she walked away.
Gaaahh!
Clark grimaced. <I’m sorry that you have to hear this, Superman.>
<It’s not your fault. It doesn’t bother me, anyways.> Superman responded.
Well, at the very least... neither Clark nor Superman seem smitten by Cat.
“No, the features are too coarse. Think noble, think…Greek god.” Lois complained to the sketch artist.
Oh, groan... :rolleyes:
Clark noticed the coffee pot on top of the coffee machine start to teeter ever more precariously towards the edge. At the same time, the man on the ladder started to lean a little too off towards one side. Faster than a speeding bullet, he quickly moved the coffee pot to a safer position, righted the ladder, and grabbed a donut before rejoining Lois and the sketch artist.
Clark sure has to deal with a lot of things within the space of a heartbeat. Is that why he had to clone himself?
<Good work, Clark.> Superman said.
<Thanks.>
You know, this is really funny and completely creepy all the time.
“You know, he didn’t seem all that special to me. Except for the flying and the uniform, he could be any ordinary guy.” Clark said, after Lois accidentally slapped him in the chest.
<No offense, Superman.> Clark said apologetically to Superman.
<None taken.> Superman responded, sounding somewhat amused.
“Ordinary? Give me a break! What we’ve got here is an example of human evolution…”
Wow. This a zoo of crazy people, a menage a trois a deux a trois.
“Now, I took this as a personal criticism…and I assured him that each and every one of my staff would chip in…would not rest until Superman was ours. Is that clear?” Perry asked.
Superman is "ours"... the property of the Daily Planet.
“No! Perry, you can’t be serious. *I* was the one Superman flew with. *I* wrote the original piece. *I* found him.” Lois protested.
“But he’s *mine*! He’s…” Lois began, before realizing how she looked to everyone in the newsroom. “mine, as in ‘my story’. ‘Story mine’.”
Gaaaahh!!! Superman is "hers"!!!
<That’s a very selfish attitude to have. Doesn’t she know that there’s no ‘I’ in ‘team’?> Superman said to Clark with disapproval.
And Superman totally disapproves! He disapproves of Lois, at least, but not necessarily of Perry.
<She’s just aggressive. But anyways, what do you want to do about all of this?> Clark responded.
<Well, we can’t tell the public that you and I share a body.
No...that probably wouldn't be a good idea....
Well, this is totally fascinating, Vincent!
Ann
I think I'm more creeped out than amused, but I did laugh at this bit:
maybe I'll just mention that it's too early in the morning for me to make sense, and then slip out the back of the thread... 