Don’t ask.
“This calls for my rarely-used power of fist growth!”
“You’d think if I was going to buy 500 identical outfits so I can wear
the same thing to school every single day, I’d have picked an outfit
that wasn’t so itchy.”
“WHAT’S IN THE BOX!?”
Kryptonian dogs had evolved far beyond their terrestrial counterparts,
with advanced intellects, opposable thumbs, and the ability to walk
on their hind legs. They still enjoyed peeing on everything in sight,
because hey, who doesn’t?
“I’ve had it with this stupid one-horse town. Especially when that
horse turned out to be yet another super-villain gunnin’
for Superboy. I mean, c’mon, give me a break, here.”
BEHOLD THE TOMATOES OF PA KENT
BEHOLD THE WONDERS OF MA KENT’S PIE
Those tomatoes aren’t truly Pa Kent’s. He found the can buried deep into his north 40, a scorched trail leading right to it. But now he’s raising them as if they were his own.
I bet Ma Kent’s pie is quite moist and tasty.
Ma Kent’s tomatoes look pretty sweet, too.
And, yes, I am ashamed of myself for posting that.
I don’t know if I will ever be able to use “Behold the tomatoes of Pa Kent” in conversation, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.
It looks to me like Superboy’s using his other rarely-used power, Super Boot Scoot Boogie.
Your Luthor caption made me think of BASKET CASE. I approve of this association.
“What’s in the basket?”