I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell glowered as he walked to a tent. He wasn't able to find anyone in Smallville again. Every barren area.
There were never going to be victims for his master to control. Reverend Amos Howell paused. *I'm digging my grave by not bringing others* he thought.
Reverend Amos Howell stepped to one side after a tentacle emerged from the tent and pointed at something. He looked back.
Reverend Amos Howell's eyes settled on one area. They widened at a snail's pace.
A shovel was near the future grave for Reverend Amos Howell. He frowned and began to dig.
THE END