The for real really real Clark who was indeed actually really Clark Kent looked around and wondered just how it was he left Borneo. For while he was the for real really real Clark who was indeed actually really Clark Kent, he was really from the actual past, but that didn't stop him from getting all googly eyed the moment he spotted a raven haired beauty, and it also didn't stop his immediate mistrust of a curly haired fiend who was bound to be an arch nemesis of sorts and said the only thing that he could in such an instance. "Where am I and who are you guys?" Actually, he said this in the language that's spoken in Borneo, whatever that may be, because last he knew he was still IN Borneo.

(I haven't slept all night, so I'm in a dorky mood. BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!)

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*