Hi Vicki!
"Anything to eat for you boys?" Phil asked, nodding, and wiping his hands on a clean bar rag. He was an older southern gentleman, and the two younger men knew that he looked at them almost as if they were his sons.
?
The answers sounded too fantastical to be real.
“We caught Superman’s brother he didn’t want to stay?”
"He's all about putting the bad guys behind bars, not bending the bars so they can waltz right on out again."
Unless he wants to…well…shag the prisoner.
LOIS:
"And why would he identify himself as Clark Kent? You know, the newspaper guy?" Bruno asked impatiently.
Oops?
"That still doesn't explain why Superman would pretend to be Kent. Especially if those two are friends.
He not the smart one. And that’s *without* drinking.
Some reporter is a superhero.
LOIS:
"I was thinking. What if that really was Superman, like you said. Only he wasn't pretending to be the reporter."
Maybe they should put *that* in the report. It’s not like it’s ever going to get read, anyway. Not in *this* millennium, anyway.
At least till he steals a nuke.
And, best of all, for a change, you and I get to defend this planet's greatest protector."
Nicely done!
Michael