"—and another thing, your heat vision is crooked! Clark's is a precise scalpel. Yours is a microwaved burrito!"
Superman landed next to me, clutching his ribs. "Jimmy, I need you to get to safety. He's using Kryptonian cells mixed with… something else. Something cold." Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3
"So," Lois said, nudging Superman. "A clone. Think there are more?" "—and another thing, your heat vision is crooked