I never created Superman TAS.
The crowd in Smallville caused Reverend Amos Howell to smile. He remembered always preaching about unity near others. Leading them into a revival tent where an alien with several tentacles and eyes remained. His master. Unity. The preacher's smile as tentacles from Unity pierced bodies and took over minds. Crowds were one with Unity.
A frown replaced the preacher's smile. ''I am no longer that man. My master abandoned me. I'm with my family. The Kents. We are unity. I'm their preacher.''
Amos walked from the crowd near the general store and to the Kents' farm. His eyes were wide as soon as many chickens approached him. Surrounded him. ''We aren't unity!''
The chickens were too hungry to hear Amos.
THE END