Chapter One

"Just great, look at us."

"Do you think Lois Luthor will be mad with us?"

"Yes I do. I mean we don't even look like ourselves. The crate is broken. The machine inside freakasened."

"FUBAR."

"Private SNAFU."

"Okay point taken. What do we do?"

"Follow Me. Sshh."

"Um, last question. What do we do about if Mr. Luthor sees us?"

"Bounce those new hips and walk right on out."

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TBC