Hi Mary, you’re giving us another PML treat?
and her pheromone spray wasn’t exactly an obscure piece of Kent trivia:
Probably did all sorts of movies about this. From some rather tame romantic comedies to stuff you’d not want to show your kids. Ever. Even when they’re grown up, have kids themselves and are well versed in the things shown in said movies.
those infernal Utopians loved to crow about how good and noble their hero was, refusing to take advantage of the woman he desired
There was a bit of lip service paid to his being “still a man, really,” by being pushed to the very brink of even *his* great patience, but still: what an admirable saint!
Well, he *was* a v… v… very patient man and would probably have made a mess of things anyway if things had progressed that far.
All it would take would be a slightly harder shove than what the pheromone on its own would be able to provide, and nature would take its course;
Tempus will *so* not like that outcome.
Oh, such sweet irony! Tempus loved irony. If irony were a woman…
Did Tempus get dunked in Revenge?
Heh, perhaps he had picked up a whiff of whatever had just been sprayed inside the newsroom.
just as Clark stepped forward with a shake of his head.
“Sorry,” Clark said, one hand extended. He gave Tempus a lopsided grin. “I…don’t know what just came over me. I’m Clark Kent. And you are…?”
He let the gadget hang by his side. Was Superdoofus playing at something?
*squints*
“That’s a nice name.”
Tempus stilled.
Forget this plan! This was a stupid plan! He was going to find Mandela or whatever her name was and drop her into a vat of radioactive sharks, and then he was absolutely getting a new hobby.
Now, how is Clark going to handle his newfound interest in supervillains with Lois still on his tail?
Michael
