Clark: Okay, I've seen MIB and I've got X-ray vision. I know you're an Arquillian. You can come out of the giant robotic human suit now. Hello? You awake in there?
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(I'm going to get in trouble for this, but I can't resist...)
Clark: <knock, knock> Hello? Anybody home? Hello-o?
<No response>
Clark: <sigh> It's no use, Lois. She's gone completely blonde.
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Clark: Hmm. A mannequin mysteriously left inside the apartment. Judging by the look of these hairs over here, it would seem it was manufactured in one of the factories on the East End. The traces of soot on this particular hair indicate that the particular factory in question is near a place where they burn coal. How very interesting. <grabs a pipe and hat> Come, Lois. The game's afoot!
Lois: <grumble> Stupid dinner party. <mutter> thinks he's Holmes now. <mumble, mumble> How did I get to be Watson, anyway?
Clark: Lo-is, I can heeear you...
Lois: Great. <mumble, mumble> Holmes with superhearing. Just what the world needed... <mutter>
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Paul, who doesn't have anything against blondes, really...
