Men In Tights...In Space!
Science Station One.
Well, Clark thought to himself, it's a lot less ominous than I thought it'd be. No laser cannons or robot guard drones or anything. Shaking off the inexplicable feeling of mild dissapointment, Clark takes a breath, steels himself up, and knocks on what he figures is most probably the front door.
If and when the Great Ten come to see what's up, they will be able to witness Superman hovering in the cold embrace of space, floating with a friendly look on his face, waving one hand in an excited hello, while the other holds up a large, "WELCOME NEIGHBORS" sign, the text repeated in the dialect of Cantonese preferred by international Chinese newspapers. There's also what could well be a gift basket tucked under the Man of Steel's arm, and most definately a cheerful grin on his face. Ma always said, anyone who couldn't make things go right with a smile just wasn't trying hard enough, after all!
Well, Clark thought to himself, it's a lot less ominous than I thought it'd be. No laser cannons or robot guard drones or anything. Shaking off the inexplicable feeling of mild dissapointment, Clark takes a breath, steels himself up, and knocks on what he figures is most probably the front door.
If and when the Great Ten come to see what's up, they will be able to witness Superman hovering in the cold embrace of space, floating with a friendly look on his face, waving one hand in an excited hello, while the other holds up a large, "WELCOME NEIGHBORS" sign, the text repeated in the dialect of Cantonese preferred by international Chinese newspapers. There's also what could well be a gift basket tucked under the Man of Steel's arm, and most definately a cheerful grin on his face. Ma always said, anyone who couldn't make things go right with a smile just wasn't trying hard enough, after all!