I never created Superman TAS.
Curiosity formed in Reverend Amos Howell's eyes when he paused near the Pig Pit. The stroll was no longer remembered as he focused on the window. Crowds within the restaurant. Groups just like the ones he gathered for his master. Unity. After the alien found his preacher and implanted a mind-controlling parasite in him. Forced him to preach about unity near others and lead them into a revival tent where Unity waited.
Amos recalled his smile as Unity became one with others. When he refused to aid anyone not his master. Even after people looked ahead with wide eyes. When they moved slowly and uttered Unity's name.
Amos began to smirk. He remembered always addressing people in a polite tone with a Southern accent. When he sometimes used a powerful tone while preaching.
Gather crowds. View them in eternal unity.
There was another flashback. One consisting of Unity departing and abandoning his wide-eyed preacher. Long hair framed the man's wet face after tears left his eyes and he sobbed in solitude.
Perhaps fate managed to lead Amos to the Kents. They became unity to him. His family.
Frowning, Amos walked to the door and opened it. Crowds caused him to smile this time. Unity to him even when he ate with them.
THE END