Is that what they call sugar balls these days?
“According to this poll in the Metropolis Star,
…men like beer and scantily clad women and women like men who like beer and scantily clad women?
twenty percent of people in Metropolis actually believe that Lex Luthor was framed,”
And what about the other 30% who worked for Lex? Oh, right, they were in on it so they know better than to believe he got framed.
“That’s because the Metropolis Star’s readers don’t understand that the Star uses more conjecture and less facts to write their articles than the Daily Planet,” Lois announced, arriving at her desk.
But it makes the Star that much more entertaining to read.
taking the Star from him and tossing it in the blue recycle can next to her desk.
Is that the one where they put the toxic material into?
An emergency had caused them to arrive at the office separately.
Lois saw a Fudge Castle open at 8 in the morning and Clark didn’t want to be late in the office?
He grinned, and she frowned at him. Apparently, she was still awaiting an apology from him. Too bad she wasn’t going to get it. He refused to apologize for something he wasn’t at all sorry for.
He’s going to have fun, being married.
“Is that my top reporter’s voice I hear?” boomed Perry, exiting from his office.
CLAKR: Yes, Chief, I’m in the office.
Jimbo swiped the Met Star from Lois’s recycling bin, and slipped
The Star got a bit dirty in the bin.
Maybe a ‘for’ after ‘him’?
“But he at least left me copies of the past week’s Daily Planets to read. Let me log into my…”
So, now she’s mad because Clark *didn’t* help her with her investigation? He can’t win with her, can he?
LOIS: Not until he apologizes, he can’t.
She turned to her desk and noticed the bouquet of wild flowers Clark had placed there this morning, which she didn’t acknowledge with even a glance in his direction.
And yet, wasn’t she all over the roses Lex sent to her desk during his courtship?
“— computer. Hey, this isn’t my computer.”
Oops? New computer and all data was solely on her old one?
“But I did transfer all the data over from your old hard drive to this new one,” Jimbo clarified.
And he also reviewed every file personally to make sure nothing got damaged, right?
Lois raised an eyebrow at the young man. “Did you read my novel?” she inquired by way of thanking him.
See?
“You mean the one where Wanda Detroit,[…] Nope,” Jimbo replied, before running off to answering his ringing telephone.
“Wanda isn’t a shrew,” she muttered
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The Taming of the Shrew!
She sat down and removed a white generic mug from her briefcase with “Lois Lane” written on it in Courier font.
Huh.
“No,” he replied, standing up. He would ask her later how Charlie died.
He choked on an emerald after refusing to have sex with Wanda.
Didn’t you get the memo?” the woman replied.
“No,” Lois said, searching her desk for a copy of the memo.
E-mail?
“It was sent to you via email,” the woman explained, looking at Lois as if she were an idiot.
“Oh, don’t worry. You were sent an electronic fax about how to access your emails,” the woman said with a scoffing chuckle.
She got a date with the Grim Reaper?
Lois stood up and growled, “Do you know who I am?”
The woman glanced at her with little interest. “According to your mug, you’re Lois Lane. Have you developed amnesia?”
Clark shook his head. Even he knew on day one not to vex Lois Lane.
And yet he decided to make it his favorite pastime.
CLARK: She looks hot when she’s angry.
“Aren’t you the woman who framed Lex Luthor?” the woman snickered, turning to leave.
I wonder if Henderson will arrest Lois solely on the fact that a part of the mug that’s embedded in the head of the deceased Daily Planet employ has her name printed on the side.
Clark slipped next to Lois’s desk and gently took hold of her arm before the Superman mug could leave her hand and bean that woman in the back of the head.
It really is a Superman mug. It can fly!
“What’s her name?” Lois snapped, releasing her Superman mug into Clark’s hand and sitting back down.
“Cheryl,” Clark said.
Is it wise to tell her that he knows the first name of the hot, new DP reporter?
“What did she do?”
He noticed her use of the past tense, which confused him a second until he realized what she meant.
He knew Lois could be vindictive, but this was going to the extreme. “Lois,” he warned. “Let it go.”
“So, you think she should be allowed to speak to me like that?” Lois returned, glaring at him.
“She’ll learn not to,” he said.
“No. Others will learn not to cross me by her example,” Lois replied,
LEX:
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Lois pinched her lips together. “I could have her fired like that,” she said, snapping her fingers.
LEX: She really adapts fast to being a business owner!
I want her back!
“She’s a copy writer, Lois. She could make your life hell.”
Really? She’d get fired like *snaps finger* that.
“Wise move, partner,” Lois replied.
At least, she still considered him her partner.
I wonder if she should maybe talk to a shrink.
You know, anxiety, short fuses, etc., etc.”
Uh-oh.
ARI:
Perry could warn Kent of the futility of that ploy, but it would probably be more fun to watch it play out.
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He had only agreed to this idea if their Editor and Chief, namely himself, wasn’t included in this required torture.
Perry could only imagine what Lois must think of it.
LOIS: I wonder if I can get Stern fired for this…
“Of course, I was…” Lois stopped talking as her face went pale and drawn. She pointed at Dr. Carlin. “I know you.”
Oh my, is her paranoia kicking in again?
“Dr. Arianna Carlin?” Lois gasped, pushing back her chair and standing up. She took a couple steps further away from the woman.
So, Cat fight between Lex’s exes?
“I wouldn’t share my inner most self with you if you were the last woman on Earth,” Lois spat. “You were married to Lex Luthor.”
Oooooh! Cat fight it is!
“Lex spoke to you about me?” Dr. Carlin said, her voice cracking.
Oops? Point Lois.
“We were engaged,” Lois replied, but didn’t answer the question, Perry noted.
Oh, *now* she’s been engaged to Lex?
He stood up and faced Dr. Carlin. “You’re fired,” he said, and turned to Jimbo. “Tell production that we’ll be yanking the good doctor’s column and returning to the Jumble Puzzle.”
What…? What…? How…? But… Madame Ex…? Does this mean Clark will meet his new love interest before Part 200?
MAYSON:
“No!” Dr. Carlin said. “I have a contract.”
But does it extend to the afterlife. Say, when the contract-holder gets clobbered to death by a Superman mug?
“Which was breached by the non-disclosure of your close ties to the man who bombed our newspaper,” Perry roared. “Consider it broken.”
I’m not sure this is a thing.
BENDER: I’m sure we can sue over this.
“Someone stole Luthor’s clone from the morgue?” Lois growled as she dropped back into her seat.
Gretchen’s going to revive a clone?
He turned away from the incensed and volatile landmine to his right
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“Ms. Lane?” Cheryl said, pausing by Lois’s chair. “I’ll get you a copy of that memo, so you can access your fax modem and turn off the sound.”
Do I smell a hint of fresh pee in the air?
I just want to say I’d be happy to assist you in any way possible.”
“Thank you, Cheryl, I’ll remember that.” After the woman nodded and hurried out of the conference room, Lois turned to Clark. “See, I can be nice.”
So, Cheryl’s another spy of Lex’s?
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she replied with a scoffed chortle. “According to him I was the first woman he had ever loved.” She made a gagging sound. “I didn’t buy it for a minute.”
To be fair, that might have been the one true thing that ever came out of his mouth.
Sometimes, as a reporter, one had to do unsavory things to find the truth buried underneath.
Like seduce a super hero?
If Perry made some overt reference to Clark being the first reporter in space and her partner overheard it, she would be the one in hot water, not him.
He rubbed his jaw. “If the FBI Lab down in Quantico hadn’t returned with definitive proof that the dead body of Luthor’s supposed fiancée found down in the ark wasn’t you, honey, I’d wonder if he did a switcheroo on us after all.”
Lois’s teeth ground together. Now, she knew the true reason Jimmy had abandoned Metropolis for Las Vegas just shortly before her return. Elopement, ha! The man knew what Lois would do to him if… when she discovered he had read her personal note to Clark.
“Uh-huh,” Lois replied, rising to her feet. “If there wasn’t anything else…” she said, pointing behind her towards Clark’s desk. She had a partner to strangle.
Won’t she be exhausted after strangling for more than 20 minutes?
How's that for tying up A-Plot threads quickly?
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