-- Continuation of Response to Darth Michael's FDK -- Oops?
[Explains with small words with stick figures]
Well, TD Gilbert was in his 80s, and he set up the email address for his grand nephew DT Gilbert, under 10, soooooooo....
“It’ll take a while to guess the uncle’s email password or Daitch’s as I’m sure they’re more secure,”
The Uncle: “TheDoctor”
Prof. Daitch: “Daedalus”
THE KENTS:
LOIS:
What about me?
CAT: You didn't figure it out until I gave you a hint. So, doesn't count.
PERRY: Sounds about right to me, but probably best not to mention that theory anywhere near a female.
BRICK WALL: [hobbling around on crutches] What did I do? Why always me?
Because one of them is rational, and the other is a guy.
CAT: Explains a lot, right?
So, when Lois finally gets out, Clark’s gone off and married Mayson?
Gets out of her investigation? Or jail from having murdered her fiance?
CLARK: So, not insane?
He looked at her with disbelief. “Who would do that?”
ER: /suggests/ [pretty brunette reporter person]
CLARK: But for *me*?
CAT & LOIS:
oops?
“Yeah. Tell her your prostitution theory and see how long Ms. ‘Not Crazy’ lets you survive,” Cat suggested. “I bet she’d tear you limb from limb with her bare hands, and you’re invulnerable.”
LOIS: [agrees that sounds about right]
CLARK: Now, that's just sil... Ow! Ow! OW! Lois! Stop! Ow! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Cat stared at him. “I’ve got a new theory. You’re crazy.”
LOIS: /agrees/
Good thing Lois and Cat never teamed up against him.
Yeah, but without Lois or a job or money, what’s it worth, anyway.
LEX: I'd pay money for that information.
ER: /shows picture of Clark's 'rope'/
What more can go wrong?”
ER: [Has some ideas, but not sure how this story can happily ever after with them]