So, Clark managed to make 6 girls happy in one night?
<Almost chokes on very hot tea>
As in George Thompson? Oh dear.
Who? Is that a sports reference? I don't follow sports. I run screaming in the opposite direction.
So, no spying on the girlfriend chatting about her next X-mas wishlist?
Nope. He's a good boy.
Rrrrrrright! Which is why he’s scoring all those records.
Clark: Accidently doesn't count!
/eyes S-turn up ahead on the road/
<Clark turns and runs, making "Meep Meep!" roadrunner noises>
/jumps up and down in excitement/
Linda!
So, only enough clean clothes for a week or so?
Hehehe! That should make traveling easy!
/suggests Metropolis/ I hear they have a fine newspaper there. And the Metropolis Star.
And a lifetime supply of bad guys/psychos to thwart.
Clark: SOLD!
Finally. He so needs to find himself a Lois.
<nods>
