Hi Nan! I know I’m a tad late, but… /points at RL and makes various inappropriate gestures/
"Did you say you were nearly kidnapped?" the man asked, sounding not in the least alarmed.
Oh, he recognized Lois’s voice, did he?
"Yes. Two men. I need to call the Twelfth Precinct," she said. "Hurry, please!"
"You have a specific precinct you call?" the operator asked, sounding a little skeptical.
Lois Lane. Duh!
"The reporter?" the man asked, curiously. "Why don't you just yell 'Help, Superman!'?"
Point.
"Because Superman isn't my personal errand boy! For Heaven's sake, get the police! They had guns!"
So, when she needs help with her groceries or has a ghost in her kitchen, she calls for Superman. But when she’s almost been kidnapped, there’s not need to bother him? Loises.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said. "We got a report of gunshots. Did you possibly hear anything?"
could see now was two bodies, one lying across the other.
Is this like when you leave your silverware crossed on the plate to indicate you’d like a second helping, please?
"Are these the two men who attempted to abduct you, Ms. Lane?"
Yeah. But they’d been a lot healthier back then.
and your sergeant here seems to think I might have sucked all the blood out of their bodies."
Michael