Lois: You have got to be kidding me! All this time scouring this universe for you, and it turns out you faked your own death?
Alt-Lois: Reporting was getting monotonous. Same thing every week. Find the bad guys, get kidnapped, escape death by the skin of my teeth, write the story. So boring. So predictable.
Lois: I see. So you gave it all up for... this?
Alt-Lois: Hey, I've got the legs and I've got the pipes. It's a heck of a lot more interesting, and a little less dangerous.
Lois: But... a dockside nightclub singer?
Alt-Lois: Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, sugar.
Lois: Well... I... Never mind.
When in doubt, think about penguins. It probably won't help, but at least it'll be fun.
