The aroma of something burning suddenly penetrated Clark’s tormented brain. The apartment! It was coming from the apartment!
Cooking attempt? Or is Lois trying to heat up his side of the bed?
Would she have really brought her ‘date’ back here for supper?
She's heating chocolate to be applied to her date?
Did she have no concern at all for his feelings?
Didn't he move out?
Feeling around, he discovered that there was still a small part of the key sticking out,
Ooooh, is he going to use his fingernails, like Henderson did in Supercop?
He’d have to tell Lois not to use the third lock down until he had a chance to get a replacement key made.
Hmm... now she's got the means to accidentally lock him out the next time he's a doofus!
Great. Spies. Erm... Paparazzi.
His hearing picked up a woman’s random question coming from one of the nearby apartments.
Samantha?
Just when he was about to give up and knock to get Lois to let him in,
That would have been kind of fitting, hmm?
“Bring your master with you or did he send you away, too? Other masters he wanted you to guide around for the evening.”
. “Did you walk out on them, too, boy? Leave them sitting alone without even eating supper?”
Lois is *sooo* adorable!
“See if you can turn the volume up.” The random voice from a nearby apartment again penetrated Clark’s consciousness.
Oh, look at that! "Superfight - Did Superman already tire of the Ice Queen?"
“Has anyone ever told you you’re an idiot?”
Wow. That was blunt.
“Is the tape recorder going? ‘Cause this is getting good,” said that annoying voice again.
Helloooo? Somebody home?
Clark suddenly understood the meaning of the voice.
Finally!
Shifting into gear, he grabbed Lois, his lips descending on hers in an effort to cut off whatever she’d been about to say.
Oh boy.
