Hi Sara!
You’ve got quite the science theme going!
Then Cat added her usual brand of excitement to the office. Much as the woman drove him crazy, even he had to appreciate her... boldness.
Down, boy!
Jimmy rushed to defend the hero, but Clark cut him off, "And since when has anyone offered any kind of proof that Superman's powers are somehow an exothermic process?"
http://www.pinetree.net/humor/thermodynamics.htmlGiven how he hasn’t been able to thaw the Ice Maiden by now and she’s actually getting more averse to him, he must be endothermic.
Friez flipped through one of the reports. "It says here that Superman is acting as some sort of solar conduit, drawing the sun's energy into city..." he broke off abruptly as Clark failed to hold back his incredulous laughter.
Maybe you could explain it by his intensly high molecular structure, making Superman act as a gravitational object with enough pull to concentrate electromagnetic waves onto him? Would also explain why every woman who comes into his orbit, well…doesn’t want to let him go.
he let out an incredulous snort, "better yet, what place gave him a *degree*?"
The remote attendance University of Timchatka in central Siberia?
Clark nodded. "True, but my point there was that the same amount of sunlight hitting the earth at different angles is what creates winter and summer, not *more* or *less* sunlight..." He tilted his head a bit. "There are areas of the world that are naturally warmer than they should be though..."
Maybe Superman installed a giant mirror in space to provide him with all the extra sunlight he needs to function?
"Do you have anywhere to stay with less... temptations?" said Cheng sarcastically.
[…]
"He can stay with me!" Lois called out as she rocketed over to them with an adoring smile.
He hung up to his mother's audible snort.
JONATHAN: So…?
MARTHA: He’s got *company*!
JONATHAN: ‘Grampa Jon’. Does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think?
The anchor went on as Clark moved for his phone.
"What are you doing?" Lois asked anxiously as Clark dialed in a number.
"Hello?" a voice snapped into his ear.
"Ms. Cheng?" Clark asked.
Cheng looked grim. "You're right, but who?"
Clark shrugged. "I have some idea, but I have no proof."
Diggs held up a hand. "If you *get* proof, you know where to find us. Welcome back, Superman."
Clark smiled and disappeared from the office, heading for the power plant.
Very cute one. Only understated drama, yet very catching!
Michael