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[divisiblebynone]

Out in back of the Kent Cooper Farm, there is work being done by an industrious young man. Trees are going down left and right, easily felled, the branches seared off with heat vision and added to a pile for later use. The trunks themselves are being driven into the ground, fence-like, with an almost mindless intensity, right along the boundary

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[i_spoiled_it]

"Whoah. Hello?"

Steph has a motorbike and is doing her regular patrol of the borders. She likes to pretend it is Very Important And Serious Business, but mostly she just likes riding.

"Uh ... Clark? You okay?"

[divisiblebynone]

Clark slams the latest post into the ground and turns his gaze on her. There is a very very light red tinge to his gaze. "There was a cannibal, in the kitchen."

[i_spoiled_it]

... kind of ... scary. But dude. It's Superman.

"There -- there was? Who? Why?"

[divisiblebynone]

"Didn't ask. He was eating someone. Tried to be calm about it." Clark stares into the distance, Metropolis. "I got him away from here. Not in my house, not on my farm."