Predictable
"You know, I've made this into a game."
Clark had just barged into Lex's mansion for the eighth time that month, accusing him of the latest atrocity to befall Smallville. Lex forgot what Clark was talking about halfway through the diatribe. Something about poison in the water supply causing amnesia citywide.
"What?" Clark replied, equal parts confused and angry.
"This - this 'break in and blame me for whatever's going wrong' thing." Lex hiccuped. Clark used his newly aquired sense of super smell to discern that Lex had been drinking. Super smell had been a pain in the ass when he had to go out into the cow pasture, but it wasn't entirely useless.
"Have you been drinking?" Clark asked, not wanting to be too direct.
"And then" Lex continued, 'I'll bust my ass to fix whatever it is, and after all of the wacky shenanigans, you'll apologize for being such a douche. What I'm wondering is this: why don't you ever switch it up a bit? You could always try giving me the benefit of the doubt. You could also remember the other twenty times when I didn't do anything wrong." Lex hicupped, "Of course, once this little episode is over, you won't remember a word I've said. In fact, we'll probably be doing a repeat of this sometime in the next week."
Clark decided to wait until Lex was sober before he did more accusing "I'll come back later."
"And that's another thing, how the hell do you keep breaking in?" Clark waited as long as possible before answering.
"I. . .uh. . .squeezed through the bars?"
Lex managed to give clark a condescending look in spite of the fact that he was drunk. "Sure you did."
Lex patted Clark on the shoulder."Clark, have I ever told you about Pinnochio? It's a very important history lesson."
Clark tapped Lex on the head and dumped him on the couch. Martha was going to have to deliver the produce next time.