Post by crown on Sept 11, 2024 7:47:56 GMT -5
It seems that Lester shot a scene that was going to address Lois’s different look in Superman 2.
In a brightly lit hotel room in Niagara Falls, Clark Kent sat on the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed in contemplation. He had given up his powers for love, but now he found himself questioning that decision more than ever. Lois Lane stood before him, her vibrant personality contrasting sharply with the peculiar wig perched atop her head.
“Lois,” Clark began hesitantly, “what’s with the wig? It looks… different.”
Lois turned to him with a playful smirk. “Oh this? It’s my rat wig! Made from an actual dead rat carcass.” She tossed her hair back dramatically, as if showcasing a prized possession.
Clark’s face twisted in disgust. “A dead rat? Seriously?” He felt a wave of regret wash over him. Had he really given up his powers for this? The thought gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch.
“Yeah,” Lois continued nonchalantly, “I wear it because I have a sunken skull face. This helps me feel more… normal.” She winked at him, but there was an underlying seriousness in her tone.
“Normal?” Clark echoed incredulously. “Lois, you’re beautiful without it! You don’t need to hide behind something so… grotesque.”
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Lois leaned closer and asked teasingly, “Want to touch it?”
Before he could respond, she reached up and tugged at the wig. To Clark’s horror, it twitched slightly as if alive. His stomach churned as he recoiled instinctively. “What the—?!”
“It’s just a little movement!” Lois laughed heartily, but Clark was horrified. The realization that she wore something so repulsive made him question everything about their relationship.
“I can’t believe I gave up my powers for this,” he muttered under his breath, feeling both betrayed and bewildered by the bizarre turn of events.
The wig seemed to shift again as if responding to Clark’s distress, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. This was not what he had signed up for when he chose love over his superhuman abilities
“Come on, Clark! Just pet my wig and tell me I’m pretty!” Lois insisted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Clark hesitated, glancing at the wig that seemed to twitch slightly as if it had a life of its own. With a resigned sigh, he reached out and gently patted the top of the wig. “Uh… you look… pretty?” he said awkwardly.
Suddenly, without warning, the wig lunged at him! To his shock and horror, he felt sharp little teeth sink into his finger. “Yowch!” he yelped in pain as he pulled his hand back quickly. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks: the wig was not just made from rat fur; it was an actual rat carcass—and somehow, the rat was still alive!
Lois’s eyes widened in surprise as she saw what had happened. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Clark! I didn’t think it would actually bite you!” She rushed over to inspect his injury. “You see,” she continued apologetically, “my wig has rabies because I found it in an alleyway behind the old pet store. You’re going to need a Tetanus shot!”
Clark stared at her incredulously while cradling his injured finger. “Rabies? A Tetanus shot? Lois! What were you thinking?”
“I thought it would be funny!” Lois exclaimed defensively but then softened her tone. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”
Lois Lane stood at the edge of Niagara Falls, her heart racing not just from the breathtaking view but also from the chaos that had unfolded moments earlier. The rat wig, a bizarre accessory she had picked up in the alley, had unexpectedly bitten Clark Kent, leaving him in a state of shock and panic. The bite had been no ordinary incident; it was laced with an unfortunate twist of fate—Clark now faced the terrifying prospect of rabies.
As Lois processed the absurdity of their situation, her stomach churned. She felt a rumble deep within her, and before she could contain it, a gigantic rancid fart erupted from her. The sound echoed against the rocks, and the smell was nothing short of catastrophic. Clark turned pale as he covered his nose with his arm, gagging at the overwhelming stench that lingered in the air.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Lois exclaimed, mortified. “It must have been those dirty water hot dogs I ate earlier.” Her cheeks flushed crimson as she tried to wave away the odor with her hands.
Clark’s expression shifted from disgust to despair. He looked out over the thundering waters of Niagara Falls and contemplated his life choices. “What have I done?” he muttered to himself. “I gave up my powers for this… for disgusting Lois.” The weight of his decision pressed heavily on him, and he felt an overwhelming urge to escape it all.
In a moment of dark contemplation, Clark stepped closer to the edge of the falls. The roar of water below seemed to call out to him—a siren song promising release from his troubles. But just as he was about to take that fateful leap, Lois rushed forward and grabbed his arm.
“Clark! Wait!” she shouted, her voice filled with urgency. “You can’t do this! You’re stronger than this moment.”
He turned to face her, tears welling in his eyes. “How can I go on like this? I’ve lost everything.”
Lois took a deep breath and softened her tone. “You haven’t lost everything,” she said gently. “You still have me—and we can make this better together.” She paused for a moment before adding with a playful smile, “Besides, how about we grab a bite at Don Diner? Their burgers are amazing!”
Clark blinked in surprise at her suggestion. A small smile crept onto his face as he considered it. “Don Diner?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes! Let’s go!” Lois said enthusiastically as she began fixing her hair back into place after the chaos that had ensued moments ago. With deft fingers, she arranged her locks until they framed her face beautifully once more.
With renewed hope and determination sparked by Lois’s infectious spirit, Clark nodded slowly but surely. Together they walked away from the precipice of despair towards Don Diner—a place where laughter could drown out their troubles and where greasy food could heal even the most broken spirits.
As they made their way through Niagara Falls’ bustling streets toward their destination, both felt lighter—ready to embrace whatever came next in their unpredictable lives together.
In a brightly lit hotel room in Niagara Falls, Clark Kent sat on the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed in contemplation. He had given up his powers for love, but now he found himself questioning that decision more than ever. Lois Lane stood before him, her vibrant personality contrasting sharply with the peculiar wig perched atop her head.
“Lois,” Clark began hesitantly, “what’s with the wig? It looks… different.”
Lois turned to him with a playful smirk. “Oh this? It’s my rat wig! Made from an actual dead rat carcass.” She tossed her hair back dramatically, as if showcasing a prized possession.
Clark’s face twisted in disgust. “A dead rat? Seriously?” He felt a wave of regret wash over him. Had he really given up his powers for this? The thought gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch.
“Yeah,” Lois continued nonchalantly, “I wear it because I have a sunken skull face. This helps me feel more… normal.” She winked at him, but there was an underlying seriousness in her tone.
“Normal?” Clark echoed incredulously. “Lois, you’re beautiful without it! You don’t need to hide behind something so… grotesque.”
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Lois leaned closer and asked teasingly, “Want to touch it?”
Before he could respond, she reached up and tugged at the wig. To Clark’s horror, it twitched slightly as if alive. His stomach churned as he recoiled instinctively. “What the—?!”
“It’s just a little movement!” Lois laughed heartily, but Clark was horrified. The realization that she wore something so repulsive made him question everything about their relationship.
“I can’t believe I gave up my powers for this,” he muttered under his breath, feeling both betrayed and bewildered by the bizarre turn of events.
The wig seemed to shift again as if responding to Clark’s distress, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. This was not what he had signed up for when he chose love over his superhuman abilities
“Come on, Clark! Just pet my wig and tell me I’m pretty!” Lois insisted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Clark hesitated, glancing at the wig that seemed to twitch slightly as if it had a life of its own. With a resigned sigh, he reached out and gently patted the top of the wig. “Uh… you look… pretty?” he said awkwardly.
Suddenly, without warning, the wig lunged at him! To his shock and horror, he felt sharp little teeth sink into his finger. “Yowch!” he yelped in pain as he pulled his hand back quickly. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks: the wig was not just made from rat fur; it was an actual rat carcass—and somehow, the rat was still alive!
Lois’s eyes widened in surprise as she saw what had happened. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Clark! I didn’t think it would actually bite you!” She rushed over to inspect his injury. “You see,” she continued apologetically, “my wig has rabies because I found it in an alleyway behind the old pet store. You’re going to need a Tetanus shot!”
Clark stared at her incredulously while cradling his injured finger. “Rabies? A Tetanus shot? Lois! What were you thinking?”
“I thought it would be funny!” Lois exclaimed defensively but then softened her tone. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”
Lois Lane stood at the edge of Niagara Falls, her heart racing not just from the breathtaking view but also from the chaos that had unfolded moments earlier. The rat wig, a bizarre accessory she had picked up in the alley, had unexpectedly bitten Clark Kent, leaving him in a state of shock and panic. The bite had been no ordinary incident; it was laced with an unfortunate twist of fate—Clark now faced the terrifying prospect of rabies.
As Lois processed the absurdity of their situation, her stomach churned. She felt a rumble deep within her, and before she could contain it, a gigantic rancid fart erupted from her. The sound echoed against the rocks, and the smell was nothing short of catastrophic. Clark turned pale as he covered his nose with his arm, gagging at the overwhelming stench that lingered in the air.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Lois exclaimed, mortified. “It must have been those dirty water hot dogs I ate earlier.” Her cheeks flushed crimson as she tried to wave away the odor with her hands.
Clark’s expression shifted from disgust to despair. He looked out over the thundering waters of Niagara Falls and contemplated his life choices. “What have I done?” he muttered to himself. “I gave up my powers for this… for disgusting Lois.” The weight of his decision pressed heavily on him, and he felt an overwhelming urge to escape it all.
In a moment of dark contemplation, Clark stepped closer to the edge of the falls. The roar of water below seemed to call out to him—a siren song promising release from his troubles. But just as he was about to take that fateful leap, Lois rushed forward and grabbed his arm.
“Clark! Wait!” she shouted, her voice filled with urgency. “You can’t do this! You’re stronger than this moment.”
He turned to face her, tears welling in his eyes. “How can I go on like this? I’ve lost everything.”
Lois took a deep breath and softened her tone. “You haven’t lost everything,” she said gently. “You still have me—and we can make this better together.” She paused for a moment before adding with a playful smile, “Besides, how about we grab a bite at Don Diner? Their burgers are amazing!”
Clark blinked in surprise at her suggestion. A small smile crept onto his face as he considered it. “Don Diner?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes! Let’s go!” Lois said enthusiastically as she began fixing her hair back into place after the chaos that had ensued moments ago. With deft fingers, she arranged her locks until they framed her face beautifully once more.
With renewed hope and determination sparked by Lois’s infectious spirit, Clark nodded slowly but surely. Together they walked away from the precipice of despair towards Don Diner—a place where laughter could drown out their troubles and where greasy food could heal even the most broken spirits.
As they made their way through Niagara Falls’ bustling streets toward their destination, both felt lighter—ready to embrace whatever came next in their unpredictable lives together.
