What!
It didn't happen, Michael. No matter how much you've wanted it since the prologue, it didn't happen.
It’s like I’ve read a different story…
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Picky! I guess you are a glass half empty person.
Well…/points at Game of Thrones books/ It’s not *my* fault!
Alfred? He was undercover. Don't ask any more. I'm not allowed to say.
Yes, the door opens into the conference room. And Lois is pushed against it. By a super strong man. No-one is getting in.
LOIS:
Okay. He didn't put the ring onto the dog in the hot.
But I didn’t *know* that!
I just told you that he didn't put the ring onto the dog in the hot.
/see above/
LOIS: Oh no it wouldn't! <does not share well>
Bit possessive, much, Lois?
Hide all Dan's Hawaiian shirts?
Thus ruining his game with ‘em ladies?
It's been three days. Have you managed to pull yourself up of the floor yet, and reassemble your molecules out of that pile of goo?
FATE: But I'm still gonna win.
[…]
FATE: *punches Zara* (turns to Clark) Just ignore her. Carry on ...
Fate’s not playing fair, huh?
Michael