One more!
Cleaning out Lois's apartment took longer than they'd planned, mostly because Lois really didn't want to do it.
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We have to become our own people, our own interpretation of them.”
Which is very interesting. I guess there’s not been much psychological study done on resocializing a reincarnated soul that kept its memory intact.
At least not with this body.
Nah, I’m sure she’ll look fetching in a red miniskirt!
“You're in my dreams Like a touchdown pass,
I can't help noticing You've got a great...” she read.
One does wonder if this goes on to the Seinfeld quote.
One that doesn't have ghosts lingering in it.”
Like a brownstone on Hyperion Ave?
“Bad Brain's lockup was definitely the target. Everything he ever built was destroyed,” Alexa stated.
Ooooh! The saga’s continuing
“Dotty!” Alexa yelled over the hum. “Dotty, stop the car!”
Dotty hit the brakes, but the driver behind them didn't. Nor did several of cars behind him.
Oh boy. Now look what you’ve done!
Meat, mostly. I'm telling you, it was the sweetest tasting stuff I ever put next to mashed potatoes. Don't know where he got it. Tasted like chicken. Only better.”
About ye big? /holds hands apart to measure out the length of a grown men’s thigh/
Like they were some joined-at-the-hip
Well…they were certainly working towards getting joined at the hip…
“We were glad when Rufus left the neighborhood. But things... The noises haven't stopped. The weirdness... Even now, nobody has pets that go outside. We'd move but our house isn't worth anything thanks to them.”
“Move fast, stay high. If we do it right, they'll think it's Superman's ghost or something.”
Like that will go over well…
“Do you mind telling me how you two went into a room with one door and one window and when I went in to check, you weren't there?”
Oops? They really should have locked the door and then made sure their hair looked disheveled when they came back out.
“Tell who what?” Bob asked. “But I'm pretty sure you know better than to go out to a fire without having a change of clothes. And I think we need to be looking at a penthouse in the city for you. Someplace high so people won't notice odd comings and goings.”
Sounds like they got a smart one there!
“Thanks Bob,” Lane said. “Oh, and what we're probably going to be doing tonight, I'm pretty sure you and Gary don't want to know about.”
Making little blond super heroes?
Mrs. Johnson looked to the device in the corner. "What's this thing gonna do, fry their brains out?"
"No, Mom..."
"Turn their bones to jelly?" she asked.
"No."
"Well, is it gonna kill 'em or not?" Mrs. Johnson screeched.
I’m not sure she’s entirely…stable.
"If he did he'll never admit it," Alexa said. "But isn't it a little weird that Deter's partner and now one of his patients were both working on brainwashing machines?"
Maybe they should have him locked up in isolation somewhere?
Nice adaption!
Michael
