I never created Superman TAS.

Reverend Amos Howell approached Unity after he frowned. He never found anyone for his master to control. He began to bow within a tent. ''I apologize for never finding others to lure. I'm willing to suffer the consequences,'' Reverend Amos Howell said. His eyes were on every writhing tentacle and light eye.

A tentacle struck one side of Reverend Amos Howell's body.

Reverend Amos Howell cried out before he was knocked down. He winced after he fell on his side. *I'm willing to suffer the consequences.* Reverend Amos Howell's legs trembled as he tried to stand. Another tentacle struck his face this time. There was a different cry.

*I should suffer the consequences.*

Reverend Amos Howell refused to touch his red face. Perhaps there were going to be others in Smallville. Even if there were very few people. Unity always conquered worlds by controlling minds. Not this world. As long as Reverend Amos Howell never found anyone.

Perhaps a few people were curious about the tent Unity was in. Perhaps they were willing to enter the tent without the preacher luring them into it.

After Reverend Amos Howell stepped out of the tent, he searched for anyone for Unity to control. There was a new frown. Reverend Amos Howell wondered if Unity was willing to replace him. Perhaps there was going to be a new preacher. Unity's new preacher? Not possible!

Reverend Amos Howell wandered Smallville for what seemed like hours. Barren areas. Scowling, he decided to return to Unity again.
His master was most likely going to hit him no matter what. He tried to remember when Unity was kind near him. If he was kind.

The tent was approached.

Eyes widened at a snail's pace.