Hi 90stvfangirl!
Will Lois admit to sexually harassing Superman just so she can get out of the mandatory behavior adjustment workshop she’s forced to attend with Clark?
LOIS: What do you mean, I now have to attend a 16 weekend seminar? The Wayne Foundation? A liability waiver in case of pollen poisoning or getting attacked by cats during the seminar? What sort of...
"The sexual harassment video seemed to go on forever."
RALPH: A sex video? Who do I have to grab to get to see it? Jimmy!
"And what did she mean by 'I need to stop hovering over you?'"
/raises hand/ Can I be literal? Please?
“Hey, what did you put for question six? Because I put two to three times a day."
How often do you think about your work partner naked? Or was that question five and question six was the one about question-five-related bathroom breaks at work?
“Uh, I think I put eight to ten times a day.” Clark pressed the elevator button urgently.
Clark!
“Eight to ten times?” Lois squeaked. “How do you get any work done?”
He’s rather expeditious about it.
LOIS: /squints/ Good to know before I say ‘yes’ on the whole marriage thing.
"We have homework, don’t forget."
Reduce the number in the answer to question six but increase the time spent … resolving the question?
Lois groaned. "Another waste of time. Our relationship is… was," she corrected herself, "none of anyone else's business."
That’s not true. It’s important to document that Clark Kent is back on the market. Otherwise, the Daily Planet could be liable for the subscription fees paid to various dating agencies the female staff members could save, now that they can source locally again.
"'Extra chocolate and extra sugar. I know," Clark recited knowing she always enjoyed a sugary treat after a stressful day.
"Don’t forget the cream." Lois smiled at him, and he grinned back.
She’ll have to work off those calories again.
LOIS: /closes the blinds and locks the door/
CLARK:
"You’re talking to me! We’re… talking to each other!"
HR Lady: Good. The forms are working. /puts Revenge back in box marked ‘emergency relationship repair’/ Perhaps we won’t need that one. So much less paperwork if you don’t need to drug them.
"You think I don’t get scared every time you fly off to save the day? That I don’t worry that some bad guy has a chunk of Kryptonite ready to use on you?"
Statistically speaking…
LOIS: Statistically speaking, it’s a one in seven chance for Kryptonite, one in ten for magic, and one in two for a loved one getting kidnapped to control Superman. The possibility of me getting seriously hurt from an investigation is only one in fourteen. That means it’s less likely than me dying from a kitchen fire, while cashing my paycheck at the bank, or getting kidnapped and possibly killed by an ex-boyfriend.
You know all about my history with the male of the species."
Hey, look, now she is considered a disaster zone on two planets!
"We just need to… communicate more," Lois implored, looking at their entwined hands.
Yes, but please not in the elevator. The cleaning staff just managed to get the last spots clean now that Cat is no longer using it.
"These." She held up the relationship dissolution forms. "We don’t want these, do we?"
Awwww...
"Just… this." She launched herself into his arms.
Oh boy. First littering and now...this. The cleaning staff will not be happy at all.
It felt like The End. But it’s not.
/races to part 4/
Michael
