“That scum needs to be locked away for a hundred years and his privates fed to crows.”
“No. No hospitals,” she insisted. “No one is to ever know about this. This didn’t happen. Got it?” She could just hear what the newsroom would say about the great Mad Dog having lost her bite, or worse Ralph having gotten a bite of her.
Good thing Lex can make it so it never happened, huh?
“I’ve got this, sweetie. Why don’t you go freshen up?” Jimbo said, reaching for his wallet.
[…]
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Olsen. On behalf of the Lexor Hotel, let me introduce you to our honeymoon suite,” the man said. “Would you like to carry your bride over the threshold for your video memories?”
Michael