Through the burning pain, Clark forced his eyelids open to look once more at the empty living room of the fake Lois’s apartment.
Look who’s found his spark of hope again. Let’s see how long it takes the evil giant Lex to squash it with one simple step.
GIANT LEX: You call me stupid? Smash! Smash!
He had been staring at every aspect of it since its occupants had retired to the bedroom.
Translation: Since Lois has asked her fiancé to fornicate with her.
He was searching for something wrong, something different from what he could dredge up out of his sore head about Lois’s living room.
No, pizza box on the counter? Different fish?
Though he had sped faster than the speed of sound when he heard the crack of Luthor’s gun, it still hadn’t been fast enough to reach Lois before the bullet had hit her.
CANON CLARK: See? I *am* able to stop a speeding bullet.
WRONG CLARK: Yeah? Well, you used your abilities to save *Lex* Luthor, so who’s the boob now?
That kiss they had shared while dancing at Cat and Phil’s wedding had somehow lasted the whole song and yet felt shorter than a few seconds.
Hmm…I’m thinking he’s also going to believe himself to be the most enduring lover there has ever been.
LOIS: On the plus side, he can also boil a three-minute-egg for breakfast.
LOLA:
Luthor better fit the role of a genius whose obsession drove him mad.
LEX: I’m not mad! *evil laughter*
He was bent on ruining Christine’s happiness by molding her into something else by getting into her head and driving her as insane as he was.
LEX:
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Would this torture never end? It would have been easier to stand the constant music if it weren’t for the one minute of respite from it that he was given every fifth repetition or so.
Oh, look! A means to count the passage of time.
For that poor woman’s sake, Clark hoped that the sex alluded to in the previous scene on the monitor was just as fake as he knew in his heart this Lois was.
So, the Lois on the screen is having a grand old time with her beau?
Was that why Luthor had made this cage? Was that why he was torturing Superman with these images? Because he thought that Lois had been unfaithful to him?
LEX: That super Boy Scout is quite enamored with his misguided sense of self importance, isn’t he?
Her hair was disheveled from… Clark didn’t want to think about what.
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She’s just been f…fished out of the river!
The woman sat down on her settee and dropped her face into her hands, clearly heartbroken by the encounter, or perhaps merely by Luthor’s leaving.
Strange. Shouldn’t Lois know that she just has to sleep one last time without her husband by her side?
He was as callous a man as Luthor.
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Yeeees. Goooood! Think about just how much like Lex you have become!
“It’s a lie. That’s not Lois.”
Slowly, he began to rock as he repeated the words.
ARI: Fascinating. Subject S has become catatonic about 15 minutes into the imprisonment. Apparently, the mental capacity to handling distress is greatly diminished by the presence of substance K in close proximity.
Probably for little Miss Smarty Pants, too. Some hero best friend he was.
Well, maybe was hoping to get into little Miss Smarty Pants’ pants, so…
Some best friend. Doesn’t even tell his roomie that she was his best friend. Really, why was she?
Because he’s the only guy she’s offered to, who has graciously declined?
Right. A job on the docks. Really, who wrote this man’s excuses?
/points at EW/
Lois wasn’t going to be happy about how cavalier Clark had been with his secret identity, especially after not telling her about it for so long.
Well…that’s different. He doesn’t want to sleep with them, so…
Okay, who in the hell told Perry Clark’s secret?
LOIS:
Cat couldn’t understand why Clark had all these strict rules if he was going to throw them out the window at the drop of a hat… or one ‘help, Superman’ from Lois.
CLARK: Well…*Lois*!
“Thanks,” she said and plopped her oversized purse down on the table. “Well, where is he?”
Big accessory to hide the fact that she’s much further along than her wedding date would suggest?
They must be doing some huge rehearsal dinner thingy, right?”
Oh, *that’s* what Lex was doing with the Flois. Rehearsing the wedding night.
“I wouldn’t call them ‘friends’ per se, more like business associates, blackmail victims, and people who owe him favors.”
“And people whose pockets he’s lined in green,” Perry added.
So, ‘business associate’ is not code for getting green in the pocket?
“Wow,” Jimbo whistled. “Who knew Luthor was such a player? Well, for an old dude.”
So…Viagra?
Bill spoke first. “You saw Lex Luthor give Lois Lane a red and green jeweled watch?”
Perry pressed his lips together. “Kent didn’t tell me. Apparently, he has a foolproof way to sneak her out of the city undetected.”
Funny, considering how the buffoon in blue managed to muck that one up.
CLARK: Krytponite!
Superman. Duh! Cat scoffed looking up to the ceiling. Sometimes, she thought that idiot best friend of hers walked around carrying a sandwich board announcing his secret identity to the world.
CLARK: In my defense, it’s not like it’s been important before, so…
Because he’s currently enjoying a spa-and-wine treatment at Chateau du Lex?
Michael
