Ok, Paradisa, so here's the scoop:
I'm Lois Lane and I need your help.
More specifically, I need any of you with information on those they're calling "the Outsiders" or on the whole Spider incident thing that went down to fill me in on any details or direct me to relevant information that's already been posted, so I can start piecing together what's actually known about them. Apparently, things have been sloppy around here in terms of organizing facts, and lucky for you, I'm just the girl to help weave a real story out of this.
So get in touch with me if you know anything. Don't make me hunt you down. Because I will. And it won't be pretty.
[Clark]
I spoke with your buddy Tony about your little clubhouse. Guess who's the newest member?
Hi, partner.
[Ollie]
You, me, promised bar hopping. Go.
[The Blur, Voice]
[Lois takes a deep breath before finally getting up the nerve to record this message:]
Someone... told me you were here. I'm not sure this is really the optimal way to try and get in touch with you, but I figure if everyone got one of these--
I thought you might be listening.
Clark said you'd been here a year, so I have no idea if you even remember what we talked about, but I just wanted to let you know that even trapped in Psycho Disney Land...
my offer still stands. If you need someone to talk to.
Or just want to.
[There's a pause while she tries to think of what else to say but she feels suddenly self-conscious and just shuts it off there.]