Aaah. One of my favourite
Tank Endings to one of my favourite stories:
Are You Lonesome, Tonight .
“I don’t know!” he yelled. “I only know... That thing you’re holding. If I tell you what to do with it, will you take your foot off me?”
“Maybe.”
He sighed. “It’s a transporter. You have to type in the password and it’ll take you there.”
“And the password is...?”
“Please take your foot off!”
“Not till you tell me!”
“Okay, okay!” he screamed. “It’s PRONTO, okay?”
She took her foot away. And, in the same movement, she gave him a hard kick, sending him rolling across the room. Unfortunately, Clark had left the French windows open when he’d come in a short time earlier. Lex rolled straight through, falling to the ground below with a satisfying SPLAT.
“Oops.” Lois thought about feeling guilty - she hadn’t intended to kill him, after all - but after a moment she shrugged. “Who cares?”
This one's for El.
Kaethel
