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For that reason and many others, the billionaire was determined to permanently remove Clark from the landscape of his life.
Oh dear. Is Lex going to move to Gotham City?
as the Sorbonne’s guest lecturer on sword metallurgy and its application to modern science.
That whole bit is an interesting twist. Is Lex going to end up in an African prison? And is the princess going to discuss Lex’s sword?
Her compassion and patience had been essential in encouraging him to learn to dance ballroom style.
Dancing’s much easier while floating?
The unexpected tinkling of broken glass and a sharp cry of pain from one of the members of the audience was closely followed by the muffled report of a rifle at some distance sounding like a car backfiring.
Huh. That’s can’t be good.
But instead a shocking sight assaulted her eyes. Her husband of two months lay supine against the chair, a bright, red plume of blood splashed against the white of his favorite shirt expanding eerily across his chest.
Huh. That does sound quite bad.
Fusco stared up at him, a quizzical look on his round face and said, “Why not wait for the paramedics? They’ll be here in a few ...”
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What if Clark Kent was shot with a Kryptonite bullet to make sure that Superman wouldn’t be able to get him to the hospital fast?
This entire situation was unnerving, the *last* thing he wanted to do was use a scalpel on another human being.
Good thing Clark’s an alien, then, huh?
“Mr. Kent lifts weights, his muscle mass takes up less space, but weighs more than fat.”
To be fair, the guards wouldn’t know.
Both guards took that as an indirect jab against them.
See?
Surprisingly, after his initial probe and despise undergoing an extremely painful procedure; the young man did not make another sound.
Maybe he’s already dead?
Once this was done he grabbed a gauze square and slapped it over the wound to staunch the flow of blood.
Oh my. That was
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