“Your testosterone levels are off the chart, Clark.”
Huh. Really? So, why would that be an issue? Are steroids a controlled substance? /heads for Wikipedia.
“Oh.” Clark looked down. Closed his eyes and thought, Lois, I need you. Help me, please!
Clark heard his wife gasp, then a crash. Glancing out to her desk, he saw a pile of papers floating through the air and Lois sitting on the floor, staring at him.
“You’re a good looking kid. Your wife loves you. Why would you need steroids?”
Oh, that was what he thought.
Well…duh! What did you think? ‘Performance’ enhancements?
A smile exploded onto her face as she giggled and looked away, while shutting the office door. So, she thought it was funny the idea that their boss thought he was on steroids. Great. Thanks, Lois.
Teacher’s pet.
“Did you tell him?” she asked her husband.
See?
“They weren’t that kind of performance enhancing drugs, Perry.”
Oh dear.
“What kind of performance enhancing…” Perry started and then noticed Clark’s expression, his discomfort.
Earth open up and swallow me whole. Right now, please!
“Clark, Sweetie. This is nothing to be embarrassed about. We were trying to raise your…”
“Yes, you could be like Janelle’s husband and rent out your marriage bed one night a week to a buddy without informing your wife, while you snuck off, playing in the casinos and hanging out with call girls.”
So, where was the wife during that time?
“So, she wasn’t crazy? There really had been another man in her house, impersonating her husband, when the police showed up to notify her of her husband’s death?”
When was that? And are you saying she slept in the bed at the same time…?
Lois stood up and raised a brow. “I just can’t believe that she didn’t recognize it wasn’t her husband for over five months.”
Or actually, slept with her ‘husband’ during that time?
She isn’t called Hurricane Lane for nothing.”
He swiveled his chair back to his desk. “I’m just saying… how interesting that must be… for her boyfriend.”
