Clark winced. When Perry's Southern accent became this pronounced it meant that he was genuinely worried.

Somehow, the Armani suit and the hairpiece weren't so funny this morning.

"I didn't say we were going to interview him. How good are you at impersonating a sanitation engineer?"

"I'd like you to check into the advertisers who have dropped the Planet in the last two or three months and see where they went after they left us."

"Sure. Any particular reason?"

"Just sort of a feeling. Maybe it isn't anything. Could you do that for me?"

Jimmy nodded. "Sure. No problem."

"I don't care what you have to do," Luthor ground out. "I want his interest in the woman in question stopped now! When you come by, you can also give me a status report on his health. I'm nearing my goal, and need to know exactly how much time we have left before he goes the way of the frogs. Be there at ten."

"Of course," Leek murmured. "I'm not sure what I can do if he does indeed have an interest in human women, though. The urge to mate is instinctive."

"Then find a way to short-circuit it," Luthor snapped.

Not unless you can figure out why so many of our advertisers are dropping us," Perry said, heavily. "It started about two months ago and seems to be gettin' worse. The suits upstairs are breathin' down my neck over it."