No sooner had Mayson said that did the green critter turn an even more disgusting shade of green and began to make some rather loud and disgustingly rude burping noise, and the next thing anyone knew there was a sadly mostly clothed Clark Kent sprawled on the floor covered in a green gelatinous ooze; getting up and trying to wipe away as much of the gunk as he possibley could from his eyes, Clark looked around the room in a daze, "Lois, Honey, I had the craziest dream last night about -- Mayson, arent' you dead?"


Mmm cheese.

I vid, therefor I am.

The hardest lesson is that love can be so fair to some, and so cruel to others. Even those who would be gods.

Anne Shirley: I'm glad you spell your name with a "K." Katherine with a "K" is so much more alluring than Catherine with a "C." A "C" always looks so smug.
Me: *cries*