Hi Queenie! Murder? Why would there be murder…? Wait, did you do something naughty to Lois?
There was so much he needed to talk to her about, he knew; but it was a conversation he still didn't have a clue how to start.
Maybe if he walked into her apartment fully dressed and brought a portable radio. Then, he could turn on the radio and start removing the suit and then the suit…? What’s the worst that could happen, a sexual harassment suit?
Clark Kent,” she announced, causing all of their colleagues to look up, “I'm pregnant. And you're the father.”
What? Is that where the murder part is coming into play?
Once she was seated and he had shut the door, closing the blinds for good measure, he turned to face her. “What was that?” he demanded.
Oh, so he *didn’t*?
CLARK:
Cat shrugged. “I thought you'd be happy about the news,” she replied, casually. “It's what you wanted, isn't it?”
“Thanks to you, everyone out there thinks that I—that we—”
“What?” Cat asked, grinning. “Made a baby?”
And had S-E-X! Unwed one at that. How is anyone at the senior center ever again going to trust his articles?
“Okay, Okay,” said Cat. “Maybe I should've warned you, first. But what would be the fun in that?”
Warned?
Something is very strange here…
Cat raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you rather explain that we went to see a scientist with a turkey-baster?” she challenged.
Huh? Wait, did Clone-Clark do something naughty? Or Barry?
“It's not a turkey-baster,” Clark argued, flushing at the memory.
So, size issues, then?
She shrugged. “Point is, they'll wonder why. It's not like most guys have an eight-month window in which to become a father.”
Clark sighed. “No,” he admitted. “You're right. But, couldn't we have maybe said that *you* were desperate for a baby?”
Huh, what? They…Dr. Klein…she…what? Really? What…?
She shrugged. “Point is, they'll wonder why. It's not like most guys have an eight-month window in which to become a father.”
Oh, 8 months and that’s it? Really? Clark!
“We say we had a fling, something happened from it, and now you get to be the gentleman who did the noble thing by taking responsibility.
yeah, plus Lois will so go for this. Uh-huh.
And,” she grinned wickedly, “You'll get a few extra points with the guys around the office.”
RALPH: Way to go, man. Most guys only catch something they need penicillin for from her. You got an entire human being!
RALH: So, not funny?
“And you know,” she added, “if you ever need a break from barking up that tree, my window is always open.”
Uh-huh. Since they already made the baby. Why didn’t she, you know, demand that they do it naturally?
That was completely out of the left field. Well…I guess I should have expected it, given it’s one of yours, but still, completely out of the left field
Michael