Smooth
By Nancy V. Sont
“Well, I headed to return the video…and on the way I…ran into Superman. He took me along with him to the volcano. I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going because my shoes got stuck in the mudflow. When he saw I was barefoot he offered to let me wear his boots, since his feet are invulnerable anyway.”
Lois scowled at the dirty red boots showing under Clark’s pant legs.
“Anyway, I got the story!”
He turned to pick up his laptop.
Lois eyed the ripped trousers. “Red underwear, Clark?”
He rolled his eyes…*Smooth Kent!*
It's always such an embarrassment. Having to do away with someone. It's like announcing to the world that you lack the savvy and the finesse to deal with the problem more creatively. I mean, there have been times, naturally, when I've had to have people eliminated, but it's always saddened me. I've always felt like I've let myself down somehow.
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