It was for this reason that he did it all. The pursuit of pleasure. Throwing hundred dollar bills into the fire and having staring contests with cobras were all very good fun, but at the end of the day, he was ultimately after the delights of fine alcohol and good literature.
LOL, he’s a wino
Why would the grand Lex Luthor need poison? He almost sounds like a… like a… like a criminal
“Yes, sir,” Asabi nodded. “It is unfortunate that we will have to kill him.”
“Well, we can’t have him knowing where I wear all my defences, can we?”
The forger stuff was great and now
But he had just picked up the bottle when he was interrupted yet again.
“Mr. Luthor?”
“What is it, Asabi?” he demanded snappishly.
Again
“Good God, *another* one?!” Lex asked incredulously.
Erm, Lex? Maybe you should consider having your company sterilized first?
“Put the statue in the basement for now,” Lex instructed Nigel. “I’ll worry about getting the arms back from that damned Tim and Amber Lake tomorrow.”
Sighing with contentment, Lex reach over to grab the book off the side table. He took another sip of brandy, and opening the book to the first page, he began to read.
Huh? Over?
Now I would have expected to see some silly story printed in there
You did a very interesting portrayal of Lex there, Beth. And the way he got more and more frustrated with the *hired help*
Michael