The idea was basically to start with a single opening line and see what I could spin out of it.
Ooooh! Many an epic has sprung forth from such an event
“What is that and why do you have it?”
Lois to Clark, Superman’s globe.
Lane looked away from his father's gaze.
Okay, you’re way more creative. Did Lane find his mother’s toys his father was just putting away?
“Um, i-it's a European Carry-All,” he stammered.
Carry-All? What’s a Carry-All…?
THUFIR:
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“They're all the rage in Europe, very practical—good for carrying things.”
Ah, umm…so…a bag?
“Why is it pink?” Clark asked him.
“It's not pink!” Lane insisted.
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Should not read/comment before heading to bed…Lane’s the one with the purse!
“It's just—a very light shade of red.”
“It's pink,” said Clark.
Clark now has to deal with his sexually ambiguous offspring?
NOR:
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KAL-EL:
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Clark turned the “carry-all” over in his hand. “This isn't something you wash in a machine,” he stated.
Lane smiled in triumph. “And that's why it turned pink!” he said.
“It makes it easier to see it at night,” Lane answered. “It's very practical, you see.”
Rrrrrrright! Actually, green crystals would work way better with that.
Clark sighed and tossed the object onto the couch. “Lane, stop. Enough of the lies. Do you really think I'm that stupid?”
LANE: Well…
CLARK: Lane! I’m *not* your mother!
“This sounds like a job for Superman and Powerboy.”
*Powerboy*? No wonder he turned to *pink* purses
Also, do you happen to watch House of Lies? It somehow reminded me of the father/son duo there.
“What is that and why do you have it?”
Clark cringed as his partner turned to face him.
Ah, now for the globe?
He wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten into his apartment, much less how she'd found the globe, but here they were.
A white light swept over them both, and then the hologram of Jor-El appeared.
Uh oh!
JOR-EL: Earthlings, now that you have become friends with Kal-El, you need to learn about his history…
CLARK:
JOR-EL: /aside/
“Kal-El, my son,” the hologram spoke, “that you and a woman you care for are both in such close proximity to this globe means two things:
LOIS:
CLARK:
JOR-EL:
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One, that you have found a life-mate,
He doesn’t know much about the mating habits of the earthbound human, does he?
The acting manager of Haley's Circus took a puff from his cigar. “Well now, see, Sir, this, Sir,” he said to Bruce, “is what we in the circus business call a sideshow.
Meeting Robin?
Bruce ran his eyes along the rocket one more time. It was small—barely large enough to contain a child—though it looked sturdy enough to survive a trip through the void of space.
Oooooh!
He glanced down at his young ward, watching for any signs of recognition, but the boy's expression had become unreadable, even to him.
Oh boy. A *flying* Robin.
Bruce glared at his retreating back. “Well, then,” he muttered, low enough that only Dick with his special talents could hear, “it looks like we'll be doing this the hard way.”
Carrying the ship on the back of his young ward?
BRUCE: Duh! After all, he’s got the muscle density *and* it’s *his* ship…
Fun ones! Well…threes
Michael
