Michael: Plot bunny? Um... not for me, my inbox is currently overflowing. Feel free to run with it or share it with others.
/clasps badge, sits down, starts staring at badge with fascination/
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Umm…where were we?
Oh, dear. I knew we shouldn't have made it shiny.
It’s the way how you said it. Like, when Lois asks you if she looks thin and you tell her that “she doesn’t look fat today” or that “those pants don’t make her look fat”.
LOIS: Exactly.
CLARK: Oh, so you were reading between the lines.
LOIS: What line? You said the words!
CLARK: Oh.
Hey, is that the fudge castle?
LOIS: Where?
CLARK: I always did like the American flag.
CLARK: I'll just have to wait until we can get EW away from her computer to watch enough episodes to come to that image, because the website would not let us see it. Maybe I can get Herb to...
LOIS: What are you talking about?
CLARK: Hi, honey. <quickly switches off computer> Nothing.
Hey, I only posted the links. And they’re at least totally PG-13.
CLARK: And those weren't *my* LFI collection. I was holding on to them for Jimmy.
LOIS: Uh-huh.
Well, once you turn 27, it’s downhill all the way.
And the age difference changes to 5 years since he's from the future.
CLARK: That you smell like cheese?
Oh, that's just bad.
CLARK: So, this is like when I made out with Clois?
CLARK: *That* wasn't me! It was the other Clark, I swear.
