Darth Michael: Sorry about not posting this last night. I ran out of energy. Also, if you consider 4 pages/day over 4 days equals 16 pages of a first draft part, to be fleshed out in editing.
I'll be in denial if I'm still at 4 pages come Tuesday morning.
That’s ‘em good ears of his. After all, he can pick out Lois’s voice from across the city if she is really scared, why not pick up on a couple of gas atoms he manages to shake around. But he might think about flying back down now to take another gulp of air, otherwise, we get amnesiac Clark again.
What Lois reads: Useless yadda-di-yadda. We get amorous Clark again. <<does her I'm going to get some dance>>
Well, actually, this Clark as opposed to S1 Clark knows he doesn't need oxygen to breath in space (kind of like canon Clark discovered come Super Mann when he flew to the sun on one gulp of air).
LOIS: /Stops dancing and starts to weap/ Fine. Back to my investigation.
Awww… he and his super senses <<thrilled that Clark still likes Lois and not Glenn, was doubtful for a while>> Ears. Nose. What ever.
CLARK:
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LOIS: I suddenly feel creeped out.
Actually, if you read on, she feels empowered.
CLARK:
When it happens, he’ll never want to get out of…the bed again.
CLARK: So, it will happen in a bed. Good to know. Avoid going "to bed" with Lois.
CAT: Oh, deary. A bed really is only one of the tools in my arsenal. I'll be happy to give Lois pointers for you.
CLARK:
LEX: My regaling her about how I finally acquired more substance for project K is *not* boring.
LOIS: Project K? Hmmmm. Kiwifruit? Knitwear? Knishes? Knives? Ooooh. That one has possibilities. Maybe he's discovered a new kind of metal that never dulls.
Psychopaths are perfectly predisposed to being perfect gentleman. Unless they’re women. Then they’re ladies. Of the night. In Mindy’s case. Anyhow, is there also such a thing as a non-criminal murder?
HENDERSON: Being that murder is a criminal offense, I'm going to have to say "no".
LEX: The kind where you don’t get caught for. You know, when they don’t even know it’s been a murder.
HENDERSON: Or that.
LEX: That’s what my alpine fortress is for.
LOIS: Oh? Does it have a maze?
They could never be together, not as a man and wife should, without killing her.
LEX: That’s what I had cloning invented for.
So, would that make the clone for consummating or for killing, Lex?
<<picture of Lois and Dan answering the door in pjs>>
(Please also note the sleepware attire Lois is clothed in)
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Oh, come on. I've only had one cup of coffee. What are you trying to do to my poor nerves?
What Clark sees standing behind Lois:
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and try not to let her see how much of a torture it would be to see her with another man, loving another man, having his children, growing old…
ER: There’s a fanfic about that out there.
Well, that doesn't sound like a happily ever after type fic, so I believe I'll skip it.
Clark grabbed his head and screamed again, so loudly he saw the dust on the moon rise up in answer to his call.
NASA: That was a historic monument.
NEIL A.: Hey! That’s not nice.
Alien from Independence Day: Oh stuff it. If he hadn’t, we would have done it in a couple of years.
Yeah, those ID4 aliens loved their heavy bass music.
He decided that the first chance he got, he would go and speak to Padre Carlos again, but for now, he had a morning meeting to attend. CLARK: And I want to whine and grind and whine some more.
The Padre:
CARLOS: Yea! It will be a while before I get another visit from that man who doesn't listen to anything I say and wants to ruin my life.
LOIS: Join the club.
LEX: I'm a member <<holds up card>>
LEX: Well…at least until she bears me some offspring.
Me thinks that ER presumes too much.
TEMPUS: And that’s why *I* always win.
Because Tempus never settles?
Maybe Lana was off her meds again that week?
LANA: No, just a case of mistaken identity, but that doesn't matter. Whoever they were, they still snubbed me.
“No. He took both boys,” ER:
That’s new.
EW: <<fist pump>> 2 points to me for keeping readers on their toes.
Nah, why would the kidnappers ask for money for the help’s kid? They must know that that’s not really that much of an option, unless the Moskals are big-time suckers for their help and one or two hostages doesn’t really make that much of dent when they’re a matched set. So…what’s going on?
LEX: *I* wouldn’t pay five million for Xavior *or* Lex Jr.
Perhaps the kidnappers don't know *which* boy is the real Chris Moskal <<wink, wink>> and returns Nicky, and then accidentally kills Chris or asks for another $5 mil for the real son.
Burn!
